a century is all we need
i wanna say i do
sehun/lu han | R | ~5,900 words
thank you lovely bonustrack unnir for feeding my silly imagination :3
“Same-sex marriage becomes legal in Seoul” is the title of the article on the front page of the Chosun Ilbo that morning.
In the middle of fetching the newspaper, mind set on skipping to the Sci-Tech section, the glass of orange juice Sehun has in hand almost slips off his hold when he sets eyes on the main article instead.
It takes a few seconds for his brain to process the meaning of the words, but when it finally does it's like the world just shifted on its axes, and Sehun’s sure his heart is ready to do a somersault out of his chest. Before he can even finish reading his late breakfast is being abandoned on the counter and he’s changing clothes in a hurry, reaching for the car keys and rushing out the door without a second thought.
Later, Sehun would recall everything as one big blur. He doesn't remember the ride to Yixing's apartment where half of the group they still call EXO, Lu Han included, is gathered for their monthly group dinner preparations (Sehun would joke their early gathering was just an excuse for the wives’ cooking club to get together, which would always earn him a punch on the arm from Lu Han in retaliation); he doesn't remember following the traffic laws or even if he locked the door on his way out. What Sehun does remember is the urge to tell Lu Han the news outweighing any reasoning, and the excruciating wait for someone to open the door after climbing the stairs two steps at a time and pounding on the front door insistently.
He hears clatter of kitchen utensils on the other side along with laughter and what sounds like Lu Han cursing in mandarin, and the mere sound of his voice has the power to wake Sehun from this sort of trance the newspaper article put him into, realization of what he’s about to do hitting him hard.
This isn’t another futile attempt to propose. Although Lu Han never really rejected him, the word “yes” didn’t pass through his lips either. Not because it was too soon, not because they didn't love each other enough (or so Sehun would pray), but simply because they couldn't get married.
The first time Sehun proposes it’s too spontaneous, impetuous even. They’re drunk on soju, but it isn’t intoxication that drives Sehun to his knees. Lu Han’s glazed eyes shine a little brighter under the dim light of the noraebang room, his cheeks tinged a faint red. He’s singing a famous trot song with Kyungsoo, crinkles appearing by the corner of his eyes when he laughs at some silly move Kyungsoo does, and right then and there the thought of spending the rest of his life with this boy strikes Sehun, intense and certain.
One moment he’s watching them from the couch, the other he’s kneeling in front of Lu Han, interrupting their song by shouting: “Marry me!”
Lu Han’s eyes go wide. He giggles, and Sehun breathes out a laugh too, because the situation is kind of absurd if Sehun is honest with himself. He hears catcalls from Jongdae, Baekhyun and Chanyeol, and he should feel embarrassed for acting like a hopeless romantic in front of a crowd, but he doesn’t, and this fact he might blame on the alcohol.
“What are you doing?” Lu Han says into the mic, looking down at Sehun on the floor with amusement all over his expression.
“I’m asking you to marry me!” Sehun says over the music.
“Tsk,” Lu Han giggles some more. “I’m a man, I’m the one who should be kneeling and asking for your hand.”
Lu Han joins Sehun on the floor, kneeling in front of him so they’re face to face, and the beautiful smile lifting up the corner of his lips makes Sehun’s heart skip a beat, never mind the implications of Lu Han’s words. “So cute, my silly Sehun.” He loops his arms around Sehun’s neck, bringing them closer, and then kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him, mouth hot and insistent, until he’s leaning forward and Sehun’s body is falling backwards and they’re both lying on the carpet, lips still connected.
“Oh my god, you two are disgusting!” Jongin complains, throwing a cushion at them. It barely misses Lu Han’s head. Sehun gives Jongin the finger as they laugh into each other’s mouths, ignoring their friends’ requests for them to get a room, too busy relishing in each other’s warmth.
Sehun doesn’t get his answer that day, but three years later when he mentions marriage again Lu Han’s words are as clear as day.
It happens at a fancy restaurant, one of Lu Han’s favorites where, according to him, they serve the best steak in Seoul. This time it isn’t exactly a proposal, more like a confession. They’re talking about a rather amusing business meeting Lu Han had that afternoon, Lu Han gesticulating every now and then to emphasize his point, and the way he talks animatedly, his barely noticeable accent that Sehun still finds incredibly charming; their legs resting comfortably against each other’s under the table; and the familiarity of all that is Lu Han, bring back that thought of sealing their relationship on paper.
There are couples sitting at the tables around them, stealing a kiss or two when they think no one is watching, feeding each other, interlacing fingers over the table. Sehun observes them with a pang of jealousy in his chest. A simple touch between lovers, something that would pass as natural if coming from a boy and girl, could bring frowns and even insults to them if Sehun tried to hold Lu Han’s hand in the street. It happened in so many occasions; back in school when classmates would throw Sehun odd glances every once in a while for being a little feminine; during his career as an idol, rumors regarding his sexuality surfacing whenever he'd let his feelings slip through actions; and some even coming from not so open minded friends and family who forced him into thinking he should be ashamed of who he is. It happened more times than Sehun can remember, but it doesn't mean it hurts any less over the years. To be treated as an equal is a wish Sehun's had for too long. He wants to be able to hold Lu Han’s hand in public like any other couple, wants to reach out and wipe the tiny spot of tomato sauce from the corner of his lip, wants to kiss him and not worry about judging stares, he wants-
“Lu Han, I want to marry you,” he blurts out, voice only loud enough for Lu Han to hear.
Expectedly, it startles Lu Han. His hand pauses mid-air, mouth hanging open for a few seconds before the initial shock dissipates. He glances around, probably notices all the couples too and assumes them as the trigger. He lowers his chopsticks, then bravely cups Sehun’s hand that rests on top of the table with his own.
“Sehun,” he starts, giving his hand a firm squeeze. “We can’t get married."
“I know,” Sehun says, trying to focus only on the softness of Lu Han's palm and not the possibility of people paying attention to them. “I know, it’s just a thought I had.”
Lu Han presses his lips in a thin line, choosing his next words. “It’s not that-- I don’t want to hold a pointless ceremony, you know? The documents wouldn’t be valid and it’d be hard to find someone to--” A sigh. It’s a delicate subject, one that implies all the injustices they’ve been experiencing since they got together, and honestly Lu Han doesn’t need to explain anything. Sehun knows. “But we’re still young right?” he continues, a little brighter. “We don’t have to worry about this now. We still have plenty of time.”
Sehun knows better than to feel disappointed or hurt, aware of the truth in Lu Han’s words. Lu Han saying yes or not, there’s nothing much they can do, any ceremony held would be a make-believe. So Sehun clings onto the hope that one day Lu Han’s answer will make a difference, that one day, Sehun tells himself, they won’t be looked down upon.
Sehun half-smiles, a little apologetic for killing the mood, and nods. He turns his palm up to lace their fingers together, stroking the back of Lu Han’s hand with his thumb for a few seconds before letting go. He understands.
Done with dinner and in the privacy of their home, Lu Han's I love you's whispered against Sehun's skin combined with strong hands that caress his body more fervently are like a reassurance. "As long as you have me nothing else matters."
These events come back to him in flashes while he waits by Yixing’s door. They took place when marriage was an unachievable goal, a distant dream. Now, in the present, bits of the perfect world Sehun wished for is becoming reality, the possibility of marrying his lover is actually tangible, and today more than any other day he longs for Lu Han to say yes.
After what feels like an eternity the door opens to reveal Yixing.
“Sehun?” He scrunches up his face in surprise; the rest of the members aren’t supposed to come until six. “Is everything okay?”
“Hi, yeah, everything’s fine.” Except for the fact that I’m having a mini heart attack right before asking for my lover’s hand, Sehun doesn’t say. “Where is Lu Han?” He starts making his way inside.
“In... the kitchen...” Yixing replies, still trying to figure out the reason behind Sehun’s sudden appearance.
“Yixing, is that Kyungsoo with the grocery? Sehun!”
Lu Han steps into the living room to check who’s at the door and stops midtrack in surprise to see it’s actually Sehun. The sight of his lover before their official engagement -- sleeves rolled up to his elbows, apron tied around his waist, hair tied in what they call ‘apple hairstyle’ -- is one that will remain printed in Sehun’s memory. Lu Han’s completely unsuspected and unprepared for what’s about to happen, and Sehun thinks that’s one of the reasons this scene will always be remarkable.
“What are you doing here?” Lu Han asks, drying his hands in a dishcloth. Concern flashes in his eyes. "Did something happen? You look a little pale."
Sehun doesn’t reply, not to these questions. Instead, he approaches Lu Han as steadily as his wobbly legs allow him, attention focused on him completely. Kris' calls of his name, the worried look Tao is sending him are ignored. When he’s finally in front of Lu Han he kneels down on one knee, and it's in that moment that everyone's questions are answered.
"Marry me, Lu Han." He looks up straight into Lu Han's eyes, heart beating madly fast, determined to draw out a positive answer from him this time.
"Oh, Sehun, haven't we gone through this?” Lu Han sighs, his tone oh so soft. He looks tired and perhaps a little hurt, for Sehun is bringing up this topic again. He tries to lift Sehun up by his upper arms. “We can't.”
“No, we can,” Sehun insists, jerking away from his grasp, rooted to the floor. Forming the next words in his head brings tears to his eyes. “We actually can get married now.”
“What do you- what are you talking about?” Lu Han asks, expression turning into one of pure perplexity. “You’re kidding right?”
“I’m not!” Sehun smiles, feeling happiness spreading across his chest even though Lu Han hasn’t said yes yet. “They’re allowing us to legally become a couple.”
“But how is this-- when--” Lu Han stammers, finding it difficult to believe what he’s hearing.
Sehun reaches out to take his hand, and that’s when he remembers he’s still shakily holding onto the newspaper containing the best news he’s received in years; better than winning their first prize as EXO, better than SM offering him a job as a choreographer, better than buying their first apartment together. Sleeping and waking in each other’s arms, sharing a life -- that was everything Sehun wanted and was blessed enough to have, and being loved by this incredible man is already reason enough to doubt there could be a time where he’d be happier. Now the intensity of his happiness multiplies just by realizing he was wrong. The feeling of getting married to the one he loves because he can is surreal, finally being treated as equal, at least law-wise, is incredibly gratifying, and an occurrence they can celebrate together.
“Here.” Sehun holds out the newspaper to Lu Han. "See it for yourself."
Scanning the article’s title, Lu Han’s eyes go wide. “This really-- tell me you’re not pranking me, Sehun. If this is a prank I swear--”
“I’m not pranking you! How and why would I forge a newspaper article?” Sehun laughs, seeing the way Lu Han’s eyebrows furrow. He reaches out for Lu Han’s hands again, and as he holds and caresses them like Lu Han’s the most precious thing in the world, which isn’t far from the truth, he whispers: “It’s not a prank. We can get married now, baby.”
Lu Han only stares blankly at him for a moment. He shifts his gaze from the newspaper to Sehun, then back to the newspaper again, trying to assimilate the information.
No one speaks, tense silence filling every corner of the room, and as Sehun watches Lu Han uneasiness slowly starts to settle in the pit of his stomach. What if Lu Han doesn’t want this? What if it’s too much to take in and he needs more time to think? What if doing this in front of their friends is the worst call Sehun’s ever made? It’s not romantic, premeditated and definitely not how he had pictured in his head all those years. There’s no ring, no flowers, only the newspaper clutched tight in his fist, the possibility of a real rejection poking him harder.
But then Lu Han is kneeling down on the ground in front of him, much like that first time at the noraebang, and he’s smiling, smiling so wide and bright Sehun forgets how to breathe.
“Ask me again,” Lu Han says, inching closer.
“What?” Sehun asks dumbly, not fully certain he’s grasping the meaning correctly.
“Ask me again!” Lu Han repeats, and his hands come up to Sehun’s jaw, cheeks, hair, fingers threading through the locks, eyes fixated on Sehun’s, as if he wants to make sure this is real, and there’s so much affection in his eyes there couldn’t be any other meaning.
“Will you marry me?” Sehun asks, heart full to bursting with emotions, and this time the tears belong to Lu Han’s eyes.
Sehun sees before he hears the confirmation. Lu Han lets out a breathless, almost incredulous laugh, nodding frantically, and Sehun thinks it’s the most beautiful sound along with the word “Yes” that is being pressed repeatedly against his lips.
Jongdae is catcalling and clapping in the background, also much like that first time, and Tao is already calling everyone to announce the good news while the rest of the members shout their congratulations and run to involve them in a tight hug, and although it’s not romantic, not premeditated, and definitely not how he pictured it, Lu Han is hugging him so tight Sehun can feel his fast heartbeat against his own, his wide smile against his neck already wet with tears, and Sehun wouldn’t like it any other way.
That night not only they celebrate their years of friendship, but also the start of a new path of the journey that is Sehun and Lu Han's lives.
xxx
The ceremony, however, is everything according to the plans. Lu Han’s plans, to be more accurate. Still holding onto his football obsession, Lu Han demands a wedding as beautiful as Cristiano Ronaldo’s. Sehun rolls his eyes, feeling naive for underestimating the levels of Lu Han’s fanboying, which interfere even in decisions like this.
“Actually, no!” Lu Han gasps. “Scratch that, make it even more beautiful,” he tells the wedding planner, stars in his eyes. "I want the ceremony to be under the stars, no indoors space; the aisle will be covered in white rose petals, but I prefer red peonies for the centerpieces to match the bordeaux curtains at the reception. We need to arrange a personal wedding march too, maybe Yixing can compose it. I’m picturing crystal chandeliers above the long table -- only the best caterer you can find please -- and oh, the cake has to be at least 5 feet tall with our initials on top of it." Then he turns to Sehun sitting next to him, beaming. “Our wedding will be the most beautiful one, Sehun-ah!”
Sehun returns the smile, loving Lu Han's enthusiasm over their wedding. Their wedding, Sehun says again in his head, highlights the words and weighs what they mean. He laces his fingers with Lu Han's and gets ready to grant all his wishes.
Jongin helps Sehun choose the perfect ring, an 18ct white gold wedding band, discreet and yet wide enough to be adorned with the sayings LH & SH 220610 engraved in the inner part. Deep down Sehun worries it’s too simple, not worth of what Lu Han really deserves, but Jongin is there to reassure and tell him that Lu Han will love it for what it means and not for what it looks, and his words soothe Sehun’s uneasiness a little.
The decoration is nothing short of extraordinary, money not an issue for Sehun, who had been saving for this occasion for years. All the stressful meetings with the planner, the hours discussing dishes for each course, the food tasting, the fittings, everything pays off when Sehun sees how beautiful the place looks. The garden they’re in is already pretty on its own, yet Lu Han’s touches managed to make it perfect. The requested flowers are lined in tall thin vases along the aisle, alternated between candles; the numerous rows of chairs covered in satin are separated by glass pillars with what resemble half shades made out of gems on top, enriching the decoration even more, and the altar, where Sehun stands right now, is under a dome with white curtains pinned to each pillar and more flower arrangements around it for a final touch.
It's magazine spreads and press coverage worthy, without a doubt the wedding of their dreams, but when Lu Han finally steps in all this seems unimportant. The background fades, Sehun can’t even hear the wedding march specifically made for them over the thrumming of his heart in his ears, because nothing can be more stunning than his fiancé in his white tuxedo, impeccable from head to toe, walking down the aisle in his direction to agree to a lifetime with him.
Lu Han looks like royalty, his still blonde dyed hair styled upwards just like Sehun’s, the glow radiating from him making Sehun weak in the knees. I’m really going to marry this man, Sehun thinks dreamily. And this thought gives him more strength than makes him dizzy with anxiety.
Their best friends are smiling at them from the first row, their parents are tearing up, proud and glad to be witnessing the happiest day of their sons’ life. Lu Han recites the little details of their story that lead to this very day, and Sehun, looking straight into his eyes, positively melts.
This time, as they kiss to the applause of their friends and family, I do’s said and each ring placed on its due finger, Sehun’s sure there’s nothing indeed who could make him any happier.
xxx
They sneak out of the reception after cutting the cake and making their toasts.
Lu Han is relutant at first; he insists they should stay a little longer for the guests’ sake, bid them goodbye, thank them for coming, but Sehun’s too excited to show him the destination of their honeymoon.
“Tell me the truth, you just want to toss your secret bouquet huh?” Sehun teases, raising an eyebrow when Lu Han declines once again.
“Oh shut up!” Lu Han gives his shoulder a light shove, laughing. “I’m just trying to be polite.”
“So mean to your husband.” Sehun pouts. Instead of rolling his eyes like he usually would do in a situation like this Lu Han actually grins, noticing the usage of the word husband to describe Sehun.
Sehun smiles in triumph, brings Lu Han closer by the waist. “But seriously can’t you be a little selfish for once? It’s our special day, babe, we deserve to do as we please,” Sehun reasons as Lu Han instinctively curls himself into Sehun’s body. “Besides, Jongin and the rest of the guys will take care of everything for us. Aren’t you curious to know where we’re going for our honeymoon? The yacht must be waiting for us.”
At the mention of honeymoon and yacht in the same sentence Lu Han’s protests crumble and he immediately brightens, making Sehun chuckle.
“A yacht?!” Lu Han gasps.
"Did I say yacht? Nope, I think you heard me wrong."
"Yes you did! Where are you taking me?"
“Why are you so curious now? I thought you wanted to entertain our guests."
"Sehun!"
“We have to leave now if you want to find out.”
“Oh my god, okay, wait let me say bye to everyone first.” Lu Han gives him a quick peck on the lips before striding away without leaving room for Sehun to speak another word.
Sehun only laughs and nods, letting Lu Han out of his grip. If Lu Han is already this excited he can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees what Sehun prepared for them, his expression probably going from surprised, to amazed and finally delighted. Imagining it makes Sehun's anticipation skyrocket.
To Sehun’s relief it doesn’t take Lu Han long, the anxiety surely bubbling in his veins making him gather his things in the speed of light, and soon they’re on their way to where Sehun would like to call as their own little paradise.
Years into knowing each other, spending most of the time together, then living under the same roof, Sehun was bound to learn all about Lu Han’s habits; the way he liked his coffee and food, the way he’d frown at the pile of dishes in the sink and charm his way into getting Sehun to help him, the way he’d roll in bed for minutes on before actually getting up, or even the way he’d grip Sehun’s waist and sigh his name seconds before coming. Sehun learned so much about him, and yet new things to be discovered manage to surface.
Sehun doesn't know if it's the thrill of finally getting married buzzing through him, the anticipation of spending two weeks away from civilization with Sehun only for himself, the luxury of the yacht or a combination of all of them together, but apparently, whatever it is, it turns Lu Han on. A lot. Sehun isn't a stranger to Lu Han talking dirty to him in public, but this somehow seems different, more urgent. Throughout the ride he keeps making remarks about how pretty Sehun would look sprawled on his back on the couch of the stateroom, the black leather contrasting against his skin; how he would like to bend Sehun over the mini bar and rim him until he comes undone; how they could fuck right here on the deck, under the pale moonlight. Lu Han whispers all this against the shell of Sehun’s ear as they observe the calm sea, chest pressed hard against Sehun’s back, and it’s not the wind that sends shivers down Sehun’s spine.
“Stop tempting me," Sehun says, pushing the images Lu Han just provided him to the back of his mind to will away his growing erection. "As much as I’d love to do you right now I don’t want to spend my honeymoon in jail.” He gives a tilt of his head towards the captain, who’s already sending them weird glances.
Lu Han heaves out a sigh. “Fine,” he says, surrendering. He disconnects himself from Sehun’s back reluctantly, like retreating away from Sehun is the most difficult task, and moves to stand beside him, leaning on the railing. “But you just wait until we get to wherever we're going.” He gives Sehun a wicked look full of promises, his hand coming up to trace Sehun’s bottom lip. “I’m going to make you scream.”
“Can’t wait.” Sehun grins, biting Lu Han’s finger. If it was anticipation that he felt before now his blood sings with desire.
Sehun’s prevision of Lu Han’s shocked face upon seeing the two-storey house at the deserted island he reserved just for them turns out to be accurate, although in Sehun's opinion his imagination didn’t do justice to the actual expressions.
Saying Lu Han looks marveled at the sight is an understatement. So much that he remains as unmoving as the yacht they're supposed to get off from. Sehun has to help him out, taking his hand and guiding him through the pier until they reach the stone steps because Lu Han can only gape.
"Oh my god, Sehun... What is this place?"
"Our little refuge."
"Little? This is a mansion! I know I wanted a fancy wedding but... Look at this entrance alone!" Lu Han gestures from the wide yard abundant in flowers to the pool edged by stones as they make their way to the front door. He takes in all the details; the tall columns, the floor to ceiling windows, the balcony with what one would assume the best view of the ocean. Then he pauses, turns to face Sehun. "Did you really rent this place only for us?"
"Yes,” Sehun replies, relishing in Lu Han’s stupor and feeling a tinge of pride for coming up with a surprise like this. “And this is a deserted island so no one will bother us. We can do whatever we want, whenever we want..." he suggests, stroking Lu Han’s cheek. "Just you and me."
“I don’t even know what to say.” Lu Han circles Sehun’s neck with his arms, diving in for a kiss. “Thank you.”
Sehun shakes his head, dismissing the gratitude. “Everything for the best bride in the world.”
Lu Han squints at him for being called a bride, and just then an idea pops in Sehun’s mind. A mischievous grin lightens up his face.
Lu Han gives him a quizzical look. "What are you planning?" He takes one step back, a flash of recognition passing through his eyes.
“Nothing.” Sehun’s smile turns wider, but he knows damn well Lu Han already caught up with his thoughts.
Lu Han’s face falls.
“Don’t you dare carry me bridal style into the house.” Lu Han points a finger at him, backing away and almost tripping on the steps.
“It’s my duty as a husband!” Sehun justifies, already stepping closer, cornering Lu Han.
“I’m a husband too!” Lu Han protests, trying to get away, but it’s too late.
As swiftly as possible Sehun grabs Lu Han before he can move any further, positions his arms around his back and the back of his knees and bends him backwards until he’s falling into his arms. Sehun lifts him up easily, and Lu Han hooks an arm around his neck as to protect himself from falling.
“God, I don’t remember you being so heavy. You shouldn’t have eaten all that cake.”
“Put me down, Oh Sehun!” Lu Han squeals, his free hand hitting Sehun on the chest repeatedly.
Sehun laughs, finding great amusement in Lu Han’s little fit. Ignoring the way he’s squirming he says, “C’mon, let’s christen the house,” and promptly carries him inside.
Halfway to the master bedroom Lu Han is already laughing along, body slipping from Sehun’s grip because in reality Sehun isn’t known for being the strongest man in the world.
Sehun deposits him on the bed with an ‘oof’, Lu Han’s body bouncing a few times on the fluffy mattress, and feeling his legs wanting to give out due the extra exertion he climbs on next to him.
“You ass, you make it seem like I’m fat,” Lu Han complains, throwing a pillow at Sehun’s face.
“Ouch.” Sehun turns his head to the side, looks at Lu Han looking right at him. His eyes are bright with laughter, his cheeks rosy, and like a natural reaction Sehun's heart speeds up. “No,” Sehun whispers softly. “You’re beautiful.” And it’s so sincere Sehun suddenly feels vulnerable, a slave of the effects Lu Han has on him.
Lu Han is so beautiful sometimes Sehun needs to pause and reflect about how such a man can exist and how did he end up with him. He needs to reach out to make sure Lu Han isn't going to vanish into thin air, to make sure he is really his. Now is one of these times. With the burgundy silk sheets under him, the moonlight shining through the window and illuminating his features, his eyelashes half-lidded as he lazily smiles at Sehun’s compliment, Lu Han looks out of this world. Sehun thinks he's already becoming lightheaded.
Drawn to him as if under a spell Sehun kisses him, slowly at first, lips brushing against lips, their breaths fanning over each other’s mouths like it’s their first time and they’re back to learning each other, until Sehun licks across Lu Han’s bottom lip and Lu Han lets out a quiet gasp, the taste of him leaving Sehun intoxicated and wanting more, more, more.
Encouraged, Sehun rolls over so he's straddling Lu Han, legs on each side of his hips, and Lu Han's hands come up to brush off his tuxedo as the temperature in the room rises.
Then Lu Han shifts his head to the side, breaking the kiss for air, and Sehun takes the opportunity to move his lips to his jaw, his neck.
“Wait," Lu Han says in a moment of clarity, even if he's arching against Sehun. "Don’t you want to show me around first?”
“Hmm," Sehun murmurs against the skin, sucking a hickey before continuing, "Sure, we can make a complete tour while fucking in every room and surface available.” He soothes the mark with a lick.
Lu Han laughs at Sehun’s suggestion, and then they’re back to their usual playful mood. He scrambles from under Sehun and in a blink of an eye he’s standing by the side of the bed.
Sehun is left dumbstruck, and it's like a splash of cold water hit him as soon as Lu Han's warmth was gone.
But apparently Lu Han has other plans, and fortunately this feeling doesn't last for long. He’s about to ask Lu Han what is he doing when Lu Han beats him to it.
“I like this idea,” Lu Han says, a smirk on the corner of his lips, and without preamble starts to undress.
Sehun remains static, heat travelling through his entire body, not because the image of Lu Han undressing for him is foreign, far from it, but because the sensuality exuding from him overwhelms Sehun to the point his mouth dries and he can only watch, eyes following the movement of Lu Han’s fingers as he undoes each button, shrugs off and drags down each piece of clothing off his body while staring back at Sehun.
When Lu Han’s finally done and is left completely exposed, smooth body bathed in the shadows of the room, he does a come hither motion and says: “What are you waiting for? You’re the worst guide ever.”
He spins around to leave the room, his naked back greeting Sehun, and as he pads away with measured steps Sehun doesn’t need to be told twice before quickly getting off the bed, running after him and hugging him from behind, making Lu Han laugh once more.
True to their word, they make an effort to fuck in every room they pass by. Sehun loses his clothes en route to the jacuzzi - Lu Han pulling him down for a kiss and making quick work of his tie, vest, shirt, finishing the hallway’s decoration with his underwear - where he proceeds to massage out the knots on Lu Han's back, making him relax; nuzzle his nape and trace his shoulder blades with his lips; sit him on his lap and take him from behind slowly, Lu Han’s head thrown back against his shoulder.
They do it against the shower wall, Lu Han’s legs wrapped tight around Sehun’s waist as he thrusts inside him; on the cinema room couch, the dim light enveloping them in an orangey glow, Sehun bent over the couch’s armrest; the kitchen counter, Lu Han leaving kisses along Sehun’s spine; under the stars, loud moans spilling from their lips, unworried about the noise because there’s no one out there to hear them. They’ve slept together countless times, mapped each other’s bodies with hands and tongues, and yet Sehun still finds himself fascinated by every flat surface of Lu Han’s body, every curve and imperfection; Lu Han still makes his knees weak and his back arch with great expertise, and Sehun doubts there will ever be a time they'll run out of things to say, to share; run out of reasons and will to succumb to each other's charms.
After their last round on their king size bed, foreheads touching and lips connected, Lu Han retrieves Sehun's dress shirt and slips it on before walking to the balcony, which indeed has a magnificent view, Sehun discovers as he follows him seconds later.
“When we first met,” Lu Han says, gazing out at the ocean. "Did you think you’d actually marry your roommate?”
“No,” Sehun replies from behind him, arms wrapped around his waist. “The only thing I could think about when I met you was how ugly your hair was.”
Lu Han hits him, but far from being offended because he’s chuckling along with Sehun, and when he cranes his neck to look back at him there’s fondness in his eyes, just like the times when he’d look at Sehun in the middle of his attempt to cook for him, when they’d makeup after a fight, or when Sehun would be upset and in need for someone to comfort him.
Lu Han rests his hands on top of Sehun’s positioned over his belly, plays with the wedding ring on Sehun’s finger. Sehun used to wear a ring on his finger when he was younger, and indeed at that time he never thought he’d eventually trade it to one that matches Lu Han’s own.
The wind gently blows against them, rustling their hair, and Sehun likes how Lu Han already smells like the sea.
“What happens now?” Lu Han asks after their laughter dies down. His body relaxes against Sehun, and it’s like he was made to be there, a perfect match. Sehun wishes they could stay like this forever.
“I don’t know,” Sehun replies simply. And honestly he really doesn’t. He doesn’t know what comes next, doesn’t know what life might throw at them. Maybe they’ll carry on exactly as they’ve been doing for years, maybe they’ll find a new place, buy a condo somewhere in Europe where they can spend their summers, or maybe they’ll even decide to adopt a kid. Sehun doesn’t know, but the uncertainty doesn’t bother him one bit; although the future is partly hazy Sehun can still see Lu Han in it, and they can figure out the rest together. “But it’ll be fine as long as I have you.”
They met twenty years ago, gone through good, bad, happy and sad, but somehow this is the real beginning.
sehun/lu han | R | ~5,900 words
thank you lovely bonustrack unnir for feeding my silly imagination :3
“Same-sex marriage becomes legal in Seoul” is the title of the article on the front page of the Chosun Ilbo that morning.
In the middle of fetching the newspaper, mind set on skipping to the Sci-Tech section, the glass of orange juice Sehun has in hand almost slips off his hold when he sets eyes on the main article instead.
It takes a few seconds for his brain to process the meaning of the words, but when it finally does it's like the world just shifted on its axes, and Sehun’s sure his heart is ready to do a somersault out of his chest. Before he can even finish reading his late breakfast is being abandoned on the counter and he’s changing clothes in a hurry, reaching for the car keys and rushing out the door without a second thought.
Later, Sehun would recall everything as one big blur. He doesn't remember the ride to Yixing's apartment where half of the group they still call EXO, Lu Han included, is gathered for their monthly group dinner preparations (Sehun would joke their early gathering was just an excuse for the wives’ cooking club to get together, which would always earn him a punch on the arm from Lu Han in retaliation); he doesn't remember following the traffic laws or even if he locked the door on his way out. What Sehun does remember is the urge to tell Lu Han the news outweighing any reasoning, and the excruciating wait for someone to open the door after climbing the stairs two steps at a time and pounding on the front door insistently.
He hears clatter of kitchen utensils on the other side along with laughter and what sounds like Lu Han cursing in mandarin, and the mere sound of his voice has the power to wake Sehun from this sort of trance the newspaper article put him into, realization of what he’s about to do hitting him hard.
This isn’t another futile attempt to propose. Although Lu Han never really rejected him, the word “yes” didn’t pass through his lips either. Not because it was too soon, not because they didn't love each other enough (or so Sehun would pray), but simply because they couldn't get married.
The first time Sehun proposes it’s too spontaneous, impetuous even. They’re drunk on soju, but it isn’t intoxication that drives Sehun to his knees. Lu Han’s glazed eyes shine a little brighter under the dim light of the noraebang room, his cheeks tinged a faint red. He’s singing a famous trot song with Kyungsoo, crinkles appearing by the corner of his eyes when he laughs at some silly move Kyungsoo does, and right then and there the thought of spending the rest of his life with this boy strikes Sehun, intense and certain.
One moment he’s watching them from the couch, the other he’s kneeling in front of Lu Han, interrupting their song by shouting: “Marry me!”
Lu Han’s eyes go wide. He giggles, and Sehun breathes out a laugh too, because the situation is kind of absurd if Sehun is honest with himself. He hears catcalls from Jongdae, Baekhyun and Chanyeol, and he should feel embarrassed for acting like a hopeless romantic in front of a crowd, but he doesn’t, and this fact he might blame on the alcohol.
“What are you doing?” Lu Han says into the mic, looking down at Sehun on the floor with amusement all over his expression.
“I’m asking you to marry me!” Sehun says over the music.
“Tsk,” Lu Han giggles some more. “I’m a man, I’m the one who should be kneeling and asking for your hand.”
Lu Han joins Sehun on the floor, kneeling in front of him so they’re face to face, and the beautiful smile lifting up the corner of his lips makes Sehun’s heart skip a beat, never mind the implications of Lu Han’s words. “So cute, my silly Sehun.” He loops his arms around Sehun’s neck, bringing them closer, and then kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him, mouth hot and insistent, until he’s leaning forward and Sehun’s body is falling backwards and they’re both lying on the carpet, lips still connected.
“Oh my god, you two are disgusting!” Jongin complains, throwing a cushion at them. It barely misses Lu Han’s head. Sehun gives Jongin the finger as they laugh into each other’s mouths, ignoring their friends’ requests for them to get a room, too busy relishing in each other’s warmth.
Sehun doesn’t get his answer that day, but three years later when he mentions marriage again Lu Han’s words are as clear as day.
It happens at a fancy restaurant, one of Lu Han’s favorites where, according to him, they serve the best steak in Seoul. This time it isn’t exactly a proposal, more like a confession. They’re talking about a rather amusing business meeting Lu Han had that afternoon, Lu Han gesticulating every now and then to emphasize his point, and the way he talks animatedly, his barely noticeable accent that Sehun still finds incredibly charming; their legs resting comfortably against each other’s under the table; and the familiarity of all that is Lu Han, bring back that thought of sealing their relationship on paper.
There are couples sitting at the tables around them, stealing a kiss or two when they think no one is watching, feeding each other, interlacing fingers over the table. Sehun observes them with a pang of jealousy in his chest. A simple touch between lovers, something that would pass as natural if coming from a boy and girl, could bring frowns and even insults to them if Sehun tried to hold Lu Han’s hand in the street. It happened in so many occasions; back in school when classmates would throw Sehun odd glances every once in a while for being a little feminine; during his career as an idol, rumors regarding his sexuality surfacing whenever he'd let his feelings slip through actions; and some even coming from not so open minded friends and family who forced him into thinking he should be ashamed of who he is. It happened more times than Sehun can remember, but it doesn't mean it hurts any less over the years. To be treated as an equal is a wish Sehun's had for too long. He wants to be able to hold Lu Han’s hand in public like any other couple, wants to reach out and wipe the tiny spot of tomato sauce from the corner of his lip, wants to kiss him and not worry about judging stares, he wants-
“Lu Han, I want to marry you,” he blurts out, voice only loud enough for Lu Han to hear.
Expectedly, it startles Lu Han. His hand pauses mid-air, mouth hanging open for a few seconds before the initial shock dissipates. He glances around, probably notices all the couples too and assumes them as the trigger. He lowers his chopsticks, then bravely cups Sehun’s hand that rests on top of the table with his own.
“Sehun,” he starts, giving his hand a firm squeeze. “We can’t get married."
“I know,” Sehun says, trying to focus only on the softness of Lu Han's palm and not the possibility of people paying attention to them. “I know, it’s just a thought I had.”
Lu Han presses his lips in a thin line, choosing his next words. “It’s not that-- I don’t want to hold a pointless ceremony, you know? The documents wouldn’t be valid and it’d be hard to find someone to--” A sigh. It’s a delicate subject, one that implies all the injustices they’ve been experiencing since they got together, and honestly Lu Han doesn’t need to explain anything. Sehun knows. “But we’re still young right?” he continues, a little brighter. “We don’t have to worry about this now. We still have plenty of time.”
Sehun knows better than to feel disappointed or hurt, aware of the truth in Lu Han’s words. Lu Han saying yes or not, there’s nothing much they can do, any ceremony held would be a make-believe. So Sehun clings onto the hope that one day Lu Han’s answer will make a difference, that one day, Sehun tells himself, they won’t be looked down upon.
Sehun half-smiles, a little apologetic for killing the mood, and nods. He turns his palm up to lace their fingers together, stroking the back of Lu Han’s hand with his thumb for a few seconds before letting go. He understands.
Done with dinner and in the privacy of their home, Lu Han's I love you's whispered against Sehun's skin combined with strong hands that caress his body more fervently are like a reassurance. "As long as you have me nothing else matters."
These events come back to him in flashes while he waits by Yixing’s door. They took place when marriage was an unachievable goal, a distant dream. Now, in the present, bits of the perfect world Sehun wished for is becoming reality, the possibility of marrying his lover is actually tangible, and today more than any other day he longs for Lu Han to say yes.
After what feels like an eternity the door opens to reveal Yixing.
“Sehun?” He scrunches up his face in surprise; the rest of the members aren’t supposed to come until six. “Is everything okay?”
“Hi, yeah, everything’s fine.” Except for the fact that I’m having a mini heart attack right before asking for my lover’s hand, Sehun doesn’t say. “Where is Lu Han?” He starts making his way inside.
“In... the kitchen...” Yixing replies, still trying to figure out the reason behind Sehun’s sudden appearance.
“Yixing, is that Kyungsoo with the grocery? Sehun!”
Lu Han steps into the living room to check who’s at the door and stops midtrack in surprise to see it’s actually Sehun. The sight of his lover before their official engagement -- sleeves rolled up to his elbows, apron tied around his waist, hair tied in what they call ‘apple hairstyle’ -- is one that will remain printed in Sehun’s memory. Lu Han’s completely unsuspected and unprepared for what’s about to happen, and Sehun thinks that’s one of the reasons this scene will always be remarkable.
“What are you doing here?” Lu Han asks, drying his hands in a dishcloth. Concern flashes in his eyes. "Did something happen? You look a little pale."
Sehun doesn’t reply, not to these questions. Instead, he approaches Lu Han as steadily as his wobbly legs allow him, attention focused on him completely. Kris' calls of his name, the worried look Tao is sending him are ignored. When he’s finally in front of Lu Han he kneels down on one knee, and it's in that moment that everyone's questions are answered.
"Marry me, Lu Han." He looks up straight into Lu Han's eyes, heart beating madly fast, determined to draw out a positive answer from him this time.
"Oh, Sehun, haven't we gone through this?” Lu Han sighs, his tone oh so soft. He looks tired and perhaps a little hurt, for Sehun is bringing up this topic again. He tries to lift Sehun up by his upper arms. “We can't.”
“No, we can,” Sehun insists, jerking away from his grasp, rooted to the floor. Forming the next words in his head brings tears to his eyes. “We actually can get married now.”
“What do you- what are you talking about?” Lu Han asks, expression turning into one of pure perplexity. “You’re kidding right?”
“I’m not!” Sehun smiles, feeling happiness spreading across his chest even though Lu Han hasn’t said yes yet. “They’re allowing us to legally become a couple.”
“But how is this-- when--” Lu Han stammers, finding it difficult to believe what he’s hearing.
Sehun reaches out to take his hand, and that’s when he remembers he’s still shakily holding onto the newspaper containing the best news he’s received in years; better than winning their first prize as EXO, better than SM offering him a job as a choreographer, better than buying their first apartment together. Sleeping and waking in each other’s arms, sharing a life -- that was everything Sehun wanted and was blessed enough to have, and being loved by this incredible man is already reason enough to doubt there could be a time where he’d be happier. Now the intensity of his happiness multiplies just by realizing he was wrong. The feeling of getting married to the one he loves because he can is surreal, finally being treated as equal, at least law-wise, is incredibly gratifying, and an occurrence they can celebrate together.
“Here.” Sehun holds out the newspaper to Lu Han. "See it for yourself."
Scanning the article’s title, Lu Han’s eyes go wide. “This really-- tell me you’re not pranking me, Sehun. If this is a prank I swear--”
“I’m not pranking you! How and why would I forge a newspaper article?” Sehun laughs, seeing the way Lu Han’s eyebrows furrow. He reaches out for Lu Han’s hands again, and as he holds and caresses them like Lu Han’s the most precious thing in the world, which isn’t far from the truth, he whispers: “It’s not a prank. We can get married now, baby.”
Lu Han only stares blankly at him for a moment. He shifts his gaze from the newspaper to Sehun, then back to the newspaper again, trying to assimilate the information.
No one speaks, tense silence filling every corner of the room, and as Sehun watches Lu Han uneasiness slowly starts to settle in the pit of his stomach. What if Lu Han doesn’t want this? What if it’s too much to take in and he needs more time to think? What if doing this in front of their friends is the worst call Sehun’s ever made? It’s not romantic, premeditated and definitely not how he had pictured in his head all those years. There’s no ring, no flowers, only the newspaper clutched tight in his fist, the possibility of a real rejection poking him harder.
But then Lu Han is kneeling down on the ground in front of him, much like that first time at the noraebang, and he’s smiling, smiling so wide and bright Sehun forgets how to breathe.
“Ask me again,” Lu Han says, inching closer.
“What?” Sehun asks dumbly, not fully certain he’s grasping the meaning correctly.
“Ask me again!” Lu Han repeats, and his hands come up to Sehun’s jaw, cheeks, hair, fingers threading through the locks, eyes fixated on Sehun’s, as if he wants to make sure this is real, and there’s so much affection in his eyes there couldn’t be any other meaning.
“Will you marry me?” Sehun asks, heart full to bursting with emotions, and this time the tears belong to Lu Han’s eyes.
Sehun sees before he hears the confirmation. Lu Han lets out a breathless, almost incredulous laugh, nodding frantically, and Sehun thinks it’s the most beautiful sound along with the word “Yes” that is being pressed repeatedly against his lips.
Jongdae is catcalling and clapping in the background, also much like that first time, and Tao is already calling everyone to announce the good news while the rest of the members shout their congratulations and run to involve them in a tight hug, and although it’s not romantic, not premeditated, and definitely not how he pictured it, Lu Han is hugging him so tight Sehun can feel his fast heartbeat against his own, his wide smile against his neck already wet with tears, and Sehun wouldn’t like it any other way.
That night not only they celebrate their years of friendship, but also the start of a new path of the journey that is Sehun and Lu Han's lives.
xxx
The ceremony, however, is everything according to the plans. Lu Han’s plans, to be more accurate. Still holding onto his football obsession, Lu Han demands a wedding as beautiful as Cristiano Ronaldo’s. Sehun rolls his eyes, feeling naive for underestimating the levels of Lu Han’s fanboying, which interfere even in decisions like this.
“Actually, no!” Lu Han gasps. “Scratch that, make it even more beautiful,” he tells the wedding planner, stars in his eyes. "I want the ceremony to be under the stars, no indoors space; the aisle will be covered in white rose petals, but I prefer red peonies for the centerpieces to match the bordeaux curtains at the reception. We need to arrange a personal wedding march too, maybe Yixing can compose it. I’m picturing crystal chandeliers above the long table -- only the best caterer you can find please -- and oh, the cake has to be at least 5 feet tall with our initials on top of it." Then he turns to Sehun sitting next to him, beaming. “Our wedding will be the most beautiful one, Sehun-ah!”
Sehun returns the smile, loving Lu Han's enthusiasm over their wedding. Their wedding, Sehun says again in his head, highlights the words and weighs what they mean. He laces his fingers with Lu Han's and gets ready to grant all his wishes.
Jongin helps Sehun choose the perfect ring, an 18ct white gold wedding band, discreet and yet wide enough to be adorned with the sayings LH & SH 220610 engraved in the inner part. Deep down Sehun worries it’s too simple, not worth of what Lu Han really deserves, but Jongin is there to reassure and tell him that Lu Han will love it for what it means and not for what it looks, and his words soothe Sehun’s uneasiness a little.
The decoration is nothing short of extraordinary, money not an issue for Sehun, who had been saving for this occasion for years. All the stressful meetings with the planner, the hours discussing dishes for each course, the food tasting, the fittings, everything pays off when Sehun sees how beautiful the place looks. The garden they’re in is already pretty on its own, yet Lu Han’s touches managed to make it perfect. The requested flowers are lined in tall thin vases along the aisle, alternated between candles; the numerous rows of chairs covered in satin are separated by glass pillars with what resemble half shades made out of gems on top, enriching the decoration even more, and the altar, where Sehun stands right now, is under a dome with white curtains pinned to each pillar and more flower arrangements around it for a final touch.
It's magazine spreads and press coverage worthy, without a doubt the wedding of their dreams, but when Lu Han finally steps in all this seems unimportant. The background fades, Sehun can’t even hear the wedding march specifically made for them over the thrumming of his heart in his ears, because nothing can be more stunning than his fiancé in his white tuxedo, impeccable from head to toe, walking down the aisle in his direction to agree to a lifetime with him.
Lu Han looks like royalty, his still blonde dyed hair styled upwards just like Sehun’s, the glow radiating from him making Sehun weak in the knees. I’m really going to marry this man, Sehun thinks dreamily. And this thought gives him more strength than makes him dizzy with anxiety.
Their best friends are smiling at them from the first row, their parents are tearing up, proud and glad to be witnessing the happiest day of their sons’ life. Lu Han recites the little details of their story that lead to this very day, and Sehun, looking straight into his eyes, positively melts.
This time, as they kiss to the applause of their friends and family, I do’s said and each ring placed on its due finger, Sehun’s sure there’s nothing indeed who could make him any happier.
xxx
They sneak out of the reception after cutting the cake and making their toasts.
Lu Han is relutant at first; he insists they should stay a little longer for the guests’ sake, bid them goodbye, thank them for coming, but Sehun’s too excited to show him the destination of their honeymoon.
“Tell me the truth, you just want to toss your secret bouquet huh?” Sehun teases, raising an eyebrow when Lu Han declines once again.
“Oh shut up!” Lu Han gives his shoulder a light shove, laughing. “I’m just trying to be polite.”
“So mean to your husband.” Sehun pouts. Instead of rolling his eyes like he usually would do in a situation like this Lu Han actually grins, noticing the usage of the word husband to describe Sehun.
Sehun smiles in triumph, brings Lu Han closer by the waist. “But seriously can’t you be a little selfish for once? It’s our special day, babe, we deserve to do as we please,” Sehun reasons as Lu Han instinctively curls himself into Sehun’s body. “Besides, Jongin and the rest of the guys will take care of everything for us. Aren’t you curious to know where we’re going for our honeymoon? The yacht must be waiting for us.”
At the mention of honeymoon and yacht in the same sentence Lu Han’s protests crumble and he immediately brightens, making Sehun chuckle.
“A yacht?!” Lu Han gasps.
"Did I say yacht? Nope, I think you heard me wrong."
"Yes you did! Where are you taking me?"
“Why are you so curious now? I thought you wanted to entertain our guests."
"Sehun!"
“We have to leave now if you want to find out.”
“Oh my god, okay, wait let me say bye to everyone first.” Lu Han gives him a quick peck on the lips before striding away without leaving room for Sehun to speak another word.
Sehun only laughs and nods, letting Lu Han out of his grip. If Lu Han is already this excited he can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees what Sehun prepared for them, his expression probably going from surprised, to amazed and finally delighted. Imagining it makes Sehun's anticipation skyrocket.
To Sehun’s relief it doesn’t take Lu Han long, the anxiety surely bubbling in his veins making him gather his things in the speed of light, and soon they’re on their way to where Sehun would like to call as their own little paradise.
Years into knowing each other, spending most of the time together, then living under the same roof, Sehun was bound to learn all about Lu Han’s habits; the way he liked his coffee and food, the way he’d frown at the pile of dishes in the sink and charm his way into getting Sehun to help him, the way he’d roll in bed for minutes on before actually getting up, or even the way he’d grip Sehun’s waist and sigh his name seconds before coming. Sehun learned so much about him, and yet new things to be discovered manage to surface.
Sehun doesn't know if it's the thrill of finally getting married buzzing through him, the anticipation of spending two weeks away from civilization with Sehun only for himself, the luxury of the yacht or a combination of all of them together, but apparently, whatever it is, it turns Lu Han on. A lot. Sehun isn't a stranger to Lu Han talking dirty to him in public, but this somehow seems different, more urgent. Throughout the ride he keeps making remarks about how pretty Sehun would look sprawled on his back on the couch of the stateroom, the black leather contrasting against his skin; how he would like to bend Sehun over the mini bar and rim him until he comes undone; how they could fuck right here on the deck, under the pale moonlight. Lu Han whispers all this against the shell of Sehun’s ear as they observe the calm sea, chest pressed hard against Sehun’s back, and it’s not the wind that sends shivers down Sehun’s spine.
“Stop tempting me," Sehun says, pushing the images Lu Han just provided him to the back of his mind to will away his growing erection. "As much as I’d love to do you right now I don’t want to spend my honeymoon in jail.” He gives a tilt of his head towards the captain, who’s already sending them weird glances.
Lu Han heaves out a sigh. “Fine,” he says, surrendering. He disconnects himself from Sehun’s back reluctantly, like retreating away from Sehun is the most difficult task, and moves to stand beside him, leaning on the railing. “But you just wait until we get to wherever we're going.” He gives Sehun a wicked look full of promises, his hand coming up to trace Sehun’s bottom lip. “I’m going to make you scream.”
“Can’t wait.” Sehun grins, biting Lu Han’s finger. If it was anticipation that he felt before now his blood sings with desire.
Sehun’s prevision of Lu Han’s shocked face upon seeing the two-storey house at the deserted island he reserved just for them turns out to be accurate, although in Sehun's opinion his imagination didn’t do justice to the actual expressions.
Saying Lu Han looks marveled at the sight is an understatement. So much that he remains as unmoving as the yacht they're supposed to get off from. Sehun has to help him out, taking his hand and guiding him through the pier until they reach the stone steps because Lu Han can only gape.
"Oh my god, Sehun... What is this place?"
"Our little refuge."
"Little? This is a mansion! I know I wanted a fancy wedding but... Look at this entrance alone!" Lu Han gestures from the wide yard abundant in flowers to the pool edged by stones as they make their way to the front door. He takes in all the details; the tall columns, the floor to ceiling windows, the balcony with what one would assume the best view of the ocean. Then he pauses, turns to face Sehun. "Did you really rent this place only for us?"
"Yes,” Sehun replies, relishing in Lu Han’s stupor and feeling a tinge of pride for coming up with a surprise like this. “And this is a deserted island so no one will bother us. We can do whatever we want, whenever we want..." he suggests, stroking Lu Han’s cheek. "Just you and me."
“I don’t even know what to say.” Lu Han circles Sehun’s neck with his arms, diving in for a kiss. “Thank you.”
Sehun shakes his head, dismissing the gratitude. “Everything for the best bride in the world.”
Lu Han squints at him for being called a bride, and just then an idea pops in Sehun’s mind. A mischievous grin lightens up his face.
Lu Han gives him a quizzical look. "What are you planning?" He takes one step back, a flash of recognition passing through his eyes.
“Nothing.” Sehun’s smile turns wider, but he knows damn well Lu Han already caught up with his thoughts.
Lu Han’s face falls.
“Don’t you dare carry me bridal style into the house.” Lu Han points a finger at him, backing away and almost tripping on the steps.
“It’s my duty as a husband!” Sehun justifies, already stepping closer, cornering Lu Han.
“I’m a husband too!” Lu Han protests, trying to get away, but it’s too late.
As swiftly as possible Sehun grabs Lu Han before he can move any further, positions his arms around his back and the back of his knees and bends him backwards until he’s falling into his arms. Sehun lifts him up easily, and Lu Han hooks an arm around his neck as to protect himself from falling.
“God, I don’t remember you being so heavy. You shouldn’t have eaten all that cake.”
“Put me down, Oh Sehun!” Lu Han squeals, his free hand hitting Sehun on the chest repeatedly.
Sehun laughs, finding great amusement in Lu Han’s little fit. Ignoring the way he’s squirming he says, “C’mon, let’s christen the house,” and promptly carries him inside.
Halfway to the master bedroom Lu Han is already laughing along, body slipping from Sehun’s grip because in reality Sehun isn’t known for being the strongest man in the world.
Sehun deposits him on the bed with an ‘oof’, Lu Han’s body bouncing a few times on the fluffy mattress, and feeling his legs wanting to give out due the extra exertion he climbs on next to him.
“You ass, you make it seem like I’m fat,” Lu Han complains, throwing a pillow at Sehun’s face.
“Ouch.” Sehun turns his head to the side, looks at Lu Han looking right at him. His eyes are bright with laughter, his cheeks rosy, and like a natural reaction Sehun's heart speeds up. “No,” Sehun whispers softly. “You’re beautiful.” And it’s so sincere Sehun suddenly feels vulnerable, a slave of the effects Lu Han has on him.
Lu Han is so beautiful sometimes Sehun needs to pause and reflect about how such a man can exist and how did he end up with him. He needs to reach out to make sure Lu Han isn't going to vanish into thin air, to make sure he is really his. Now is one of these times. With the burgundy silk sheets under him, the moonlight shining through the window and illuminating his features, his eyelashes half-lidded as he lazily smiles at Sehun’s compliment, Lu Han looks out of this world. Sehun thinks he's already becoming lightheaded.
Drawn to him as if under a spell Sehun kisses him, slowly at first, lips brushing against lips, their breaths fanning over each other’s mouths like it’s their first time and they’re back to learning each other, until Sehun licks across Lu Han’s bottom lip and Lu Han lets out a quiet gasp, the taste of him leaving Sehun intoxicated and wanting more, more, more.
Encouraged, Sehun rolls over so he's straddling Lu Han, legs on each side of his hips, and Lu Han's hands come up to brush off his tuxedo as the temperature in the room rises.
Then Lu Han shifts his head to the side, breaking the kiss for air, and Sehun takes the opportunity to move his lips to his jaw, his neck.
“Wait," Lu Han says in a moment of clarity, even if he's arching against Sehun. "Don’t you want to show me around first?”
“Hmm," Sehun murmurs against the skin, sucking a hickey before continuing, "Sure, we can make a complete tour while fucking in every room and surface available.” He soothes the mark with a lick.
Lu Han laughs at Sehun’s suggestion, and then they’re back to their usual playful mood. He scrambles from under Sehun and in a blink of an eye he’s standing by the side of the bed.
Sehun is left dumbstruck, and it's like a splash of cold water hit him as soon as Lu Han's warmth was gone.
But apparently Lu Han has other plans, and fortunately this feeling doesn't last for long. He’s about to ask Lu Han what is he doing when Lu Han beats him to it.
“I like this idea,” Lu Han says, a smirk on the corner of his lips, and without preamble starts to undress.
Sehun remains static, heat travelling through his entire body, not because the image of Lu Han undressing for him is foreign, far from it, but because the sensuality exuding from him overwhelms Sehun to the point his mouth dries and he can only watch, eyes following the movement of Lu Han’s fingers as he undoes each button, shrugs off and drags down each piece of clothing off his body while staring back at Sehun.
When Lu Han’s finally done and is left completely exposed, smooth body bathed in the shadows of the room, he does a come hither motion and says: “What are you waiting for? You’re the worst guide ever.”
He spins around to leave the room, his naked back greeting Sehun, and as he pads away with measured steps Sehun doesn’t need to be told twice before quickly getting off the bed, running after him and hugging him from behind, making Lu Han laugh once more.
True to their word, they make an effort to fuck in every room they pass by. Sehun loses his clothes en route to the jacuzzi - Lu Han pulling him down for a kiss and making quick work of his tie, vest, shirt, finishing the hallway’s decoration with his underwear - where he proceeds to massage out the knots on Lu Han's back, making him relax; nuzzle his nape and trace his shoulder blades with his lips; sit him on his lap and take him from behind slowly, Lu Han’s head thrown back against his shoulder.
They do it against the shower wall, Lu Han’s legs wrapped tight around Sehun’s waist as he thrusts inside him; on the cinema room couch, the dim light enveloping them in an orangey glow, Sehun bent over the couch’s armrest; the kitchen counter, Lu Han leaving kisses along Sehun’s spine; under the stars, loud moans spilling from their lips, unworried about the noise because there’s no one out there to hear them. They’ve slept together countless times, mapped each other’s bodies with hands and tongues, and yet Sehun still finds himself fascinated by every flat surface of Lu Han’s body, every curve and imperfection; Lu Han still makes his knees weak and his back arch with great expertise, and Sehun doubts there will ever be a time they'll run out of things to say, to share; run out of reasons and will to succumb to each other's charms.
After their last round on their king size bed, foreheads touching and lips connected, Lu Han retrieves Sehun's dress shirt and slips it on before walking to the balcony, which indeed has a magnificent view, Sehun discovers as he follows him seconds later.
“When we first met,” Lu Han says, gazing out at the ocean. "Did you think you’d actually marry your roommate?”
“No,” Sehun replies from behind him, arms wrapped around his waist. “The only thing I could think about when I met you was how ugly your hair was.”
Lu Han hits him, but far from being offended because he’s chuckling along with Sehun, and when he cranes his neck to look back at him there’s fondness in his eyes, just like the times when he’d look at Sehun in the middle of his attempt to cook for him, when they’d makeup after a fight, or when Sehun would be upset and in need for someone to comfort him.
Lu Han rests his hands on top of Sehun’s positioned over his belly, plays with the wedding ring on Sehun’s finger. Sehun used to wear a ring on his finger when he was younger, and indeed at that time he never thought he’d eventually trade it to one that matches Lu Han’s own.
The wind gently blows against them, rustling their hair, and Sehun likes how Lu Han already smells like the sea.
“What happens now?” Lu Han asks after their laughter dies down. His body relaxes against Sehun, and it’s like he was made to be there, a perfect match. Sehun wishes they could stay like this forever.
“I don’t know,” Sehun replies simply. And honestly he really doesn’t. He doesn’t know what comes next, doesn’t know what life might throw at them. Maybe they’ll carry on exactly as they’ve been doing for years, maybe they’ll find a new place, buy a condo somewhere in Europe where they can spend their summers, or maybe they’ll even decide to adopt a kid. Sehun doesn’t know, but the uncertainty doesn’t bother him one bit; although the future is partly hazy Sehun can still see Lu Han in it, and they can figure out the rest together. “But it’ll be fine as long as I have you.”
They met twenty years ago, gone through good, bad, happy and sad, but somehow this is the real beginning.