[fic] sehun/lu han: Doctor Feel Good
title: Doctor Feel Good
pairing: sehun/lu han
genre: pwp
rating: R
word count: ~4k w
summary: Lu Han is very, very sick. And Sehun is the Best Doctor Ever.
Sehun sometimes regrets accepting the graveyard shift.
It’s already 1 AM and the hospital is quite deafeningly silent at this time. Most of the nurses are done with their rounds, opting to stay in their quarters, taking turns stealing minutes or hours of sleep here and there. He’s left to his own devices, walking around the hallways as the oppressive, and blinding white light of the emergency room looms behind him.
No one really gets in accidents at this time of the night, especially this time of the year. Everyone’s too busy with going back to work, going back to school to care about petty things like accidentally impaling oneself, or maybe shooting down people out in the streets. And as the attending surgeon at the ER, it gets quite boring.
Sehun makes his way to the vending machines. Maybe getting a cup of warm coffee would do him good.
Dropping his coins into the slot, he thinks about his boyfriend who must be waiting for him at home. Lu Han must be sleeping alone, wearing one of Sehun’s shirts, the sleeves sliding off of his shoulders because Sehun’s much broader than he is. The smell of Sehun makes him sleep better, Lu Han insists.
Lu Han must be curled up in the middle of their massive king-sized bed, the thick sheets weighing him down as he turns and squirms around, trying to find something to grasp or hold on to. He has a habit of wrapping his limbs around Sehun’s body whenever they’re sleeping; be it after a tiring day, after a long, arduous round of sex, or just a nap on a lazy afternoon. Lu Han’s need to be assured that Sehun won’t leave him, even when he’s asleep, is quite cute. It makes Sehun hate the graveyard shift more.
He takes the warm cup and blows the steam away, taking hesitant sips while he tries not to burn his tongue. He pushes a hand into his lab pocket, and proceeds to patrol the hallways as he wiles the hours away.
By the time he’s finished making his rounds he’s already finished three cups of coffee, and the time is already 3 AM. Still a long way to go, but it’s an improvement. Only a few hours more and he could clock out, drive home, and maybe wrestle a pillow away from Lu Han’s hold and snuggle against him, replacing the fluff with much harder, and leaner muscles that Sehun knows Lu Han’s more accustomed to.
The bright “EMERGENCY” sign of the emergency room comes closer as Sehun walks at a leisurely pace to it. He debates on catching a few Z’s by the doctor’s desk as he pushes the double glass doors open. It’s still empty, the white curtains all pulled over the beds. He moves to sit down behind his desk, clear a space to rest his head on. He expects to read reports and health stats, clipboards passed by his interns and the nurses. What he did not expect was a post-it with something scrawled on it, the loops and the scratches horribly familiar.
Emergency on bed nr. 3
Treat me, doctor.
Sehun swallows, his mouth tasting like cheap coffee and bribed curiosity. He stands up and makes his way towards the third bed lined up by the right, the headboards pushed against the wall. His leather shoes scuffle against the linoleum floors and, when he stops in front of the aforementioned bed, he hears it. It’s a slight ruffle of sheets, quiet puffs of breaths.
Sehun brings up a hand, and parts the curtains.
He is faced with a Lu Han lying down on the thin mattress of the hospital gurney, looking up at him with hooded eyes. A flat pillow is pillowing his head, and his arms are by his sides. His white skin is thoroughly enhanced in this light, not looking sickly or pallid at all like his usual patients. But there are pale purple bruises underneath his eyes, and Sehun can’t help but wonder why. Has he been sleeping well?
“Doctor,” Lu Han speaks up, his soft and soothing voice permeating in the air. It’s the voice Lu Han normally reserves for when they’re in the confines of their bedroom, nothing in between them but air and space and heat. Sehun feels something stir somewhere deep inside him. “I’m sick. Do you think you can help me?”
Sehun raises an eyebrow at Lu Han, and comes closer. Lu Han’s eyes are trained on Sehun’s face, and they’re deep and penetrating. It’s been too long since the last time he’s really taken a look into Lu Han’s eyes.
He lifts up a hand, and places it atop Lu Han’s forehead, parting away hair to touch the cool stretch of skin that disappears into his hair line. “What seems to be the problem, Mr. Lu?”
“I haven’t even told you my name yet, Doctor,” Lu Han replies, eyes widening, “Can you read my mind?”
“I know my patient when I see them,” Sehun muses, reaching into one of his pockets to take out his stethoscope. He brings the ear tips to his ears, and holds the chestpiece in his hand. “How about we find out what’s wrong, Mr. Lu.”
He leans down over Lu Han, close enough that he feels Lu Han’s warm breaths heating his ears. He brings the chestpiece to Lu Han’s chest cavity, pressing lightly to listen to his heartbeats. It’s quite fast, Sehun finds out, Lu Han’s heart thrumming a quick thump thump thump against Sehun’s ears. He looks to his side, and sees Lu Han with his eyes averted, cheeks flushed a light pink. Sehun retracts, and straightens up.
“I don’t know, Mr. Lu,” Sehun says coolly, moving around and behind the curtains. He comes back with a hospital trolley, containing instruments needed for surgery. The polished metal catches the light and glints at Lu Han. “I can’t tell just yet.”
Lu Han tears his eyes away from the tools, and looks back up at Sehun, “But I thought you were the best doctor here, Doctor Oh.”
“Oh, but I am,” Sehun answers, a mischievous tint in his eyes as they flash from Lu Han’s face to the gleaming scalpel on the hospital trolley. He reaches over to pick it up, running his fingers up and down the smooth metal. He takes the edge of Lu Han’s sweater in his hand, the skin of his knuckles brushing with the skin of Lu Han’s abdomen. Lu Han squirms underneath his touch, and he smirks.
“This won’t hurt a bit, Mr. Lu. I promise,” Sehun soothes, his fingers poised. With the first break of fabric Sehun hears Lu Han take a collective breath in, the scalpel brushing lightly against the skin over the dip in the middle of his collarbones.
As Sehun works his way down, he can’t help but praise the white skin of Lu Han’s torso, the beauty that he never really got to fully worship in the darkness of their room whenever Lu Han’s underneath or above him in all of his naked glory. The inches that get exposed as Sehun cuts away at the wool of Lu Han’s sweater, the grey of the fabric parting to bleed the pure whiteness of Lu Han’s porcelain skin, makes Sehun want him more. He watches as goosebumps rise from the white, like small hills of snow.
When he reaches the end he throws the two flaps of wool he’s made aside, baring the full nakedness of Lu Han’s pristine torso. Sehun places the scalpel back on the trolley.
“Now let’s see....” Sehun lifts his hands and trails them over Lu Han’s hips, up to his waist. Lu Han sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, and bites. The pads of Sehun’s fingers brush Lu Han’s pink nipple, and it’s enough to elicit a soft, muffled moan from the latter.
“Hmn,” Sehun hums, his forefinger now going back and forth Lu Han’s nipple, smirking as it starts hardening into a peach coloured nub. “Interesting.” Sehun leans down and, when he’s a hairsbreadth apart from Lu Han’s chest, blows a puff of air, and it’s enough to make both of Lu Han’s nipples perk up, and for Lu Han’s back to arch into Sehun’s, the stiff cotton of Sehun’s polo bristling with Lu Han’s sensitive skin.
“How do you feel, Mr. Lu?” Sehun asks, his breath ghosting around a hardened nub as his hand fingers the other. Sehun’s mouth comes close, so close, to Lu Han’s nipple that Lu Han can almost feel it, and it physically hurts.
When Sehun takes a small, kittenish lick at the sensitive flesh, it takes everything in Lu Han not to moan out. He fists the white sheets of the mattress, and swallows down his groans with every swipe of Sehun’s tongue. Sehun swirls his pink muscle around Lu Han’s equally pink nipple, his hot breaths leaking around it warming Lu Han’s skin. His chest flushes, and Sehun smirks. It is always too easy to earn this reaction from Lu Han.
Sehun allows his teeth to graze the tip of the nub, and takes it between them, biting down. Lu Han can’t help but to gasp out, the intake of breath startlingly loud in the room. Sehun nibbles, stroking the flesh back and forth as Lu Han thrashes on the bed. He then licks a trail across Lu Han’s chest, his tongue flattening out on the skin before stopping at the edge of Lu Han’s other nipple. He breathes over it, warm then cool air sensitising it.
“Please,” Lu Han whimpers, hands coming up to bury themselves in the mass of Sehun’s pink-dyed hair. It’s coarse and rough, a total contrast to its former softness. But he threads his fingers around the strands nonetheless, using it to tug Sehun’s face up. “Help me.”
Lu Han pulls, and Sehun’s lifting his head up to stare into Lu Han’s eyes. It doesn’t take long before Sehun’s lips are on Lu Han’s, pressing kiss after kiss on them, claiming what is his his his. Lu Han’s hands move down to grab at Sehun’s collar, pulling him closer and closer. Sehun clambers up on the gurney, the metal screeching slightly as it accommodates their combined weight. Lu Han’s legs are on either side of him, locking him in place.
“What do you need?” Sehun asks, licking at the lobe of Lu Han’s ear, his cheek brushing against Lu Han’s. “Tell me. What do you feel?” He lets his hands wander down, going past planes of lean muscle and a slim waist to thumb the edge of Lu Han’s pants, the other brushing against Lu Han’s crotch.
“I,” Lu Han gasps out, fingers scrambling to hold onto Sehun’s arms that are on either side of his head. “I need you. You. You, I need you. Fuck, Sehun-” Sehun cups Lu Han’s hardening erection, squeezing him through the denim. Lu Han bucks into his hand, his hips lifting up from the bed, causing the metal wheels to squeak some more.
“Shh,” Sehun quiets, placing a long, slender finger atop Lu Han’s parted lips. He shakes his head back and forth, smiling down at Lu Han. He rubs Lu Han harder, and Lu Han tries to keep in his whimpers. “I don’t think it’s me you need, Lu Han. Tell me, what are you feeling?”
Lu Han digs his nails into the fabric of Sehun’s labcoat, pulling and clawing at them. He thrusts against Sehun’s cupped hand, and says, voice low and needy and thick with want, “I feel hot and horny, and I feel like you should fuck me, Doctor Oh, before I explode, oh Go-Please, Sehun, fu-it hurts.”
Sehun slips a finger inside the band of Lu Han's underwear, feeling the warm skin of his lower abdomen.
"Where does it feel hot, Mr. Lu?" Sehun inquires, bringing down another hand to flick the pants button open. He drags the metal of the zipper down slowly, painstakingly lazily, and Lu Han shudders at the feel of the zigzagged metal pressing down on his clothed erection. "Tell me so I can come up with a prognosis."
Sehun gets down from the bed and circles Lu Han, a hand tucked under his chin. He seems to be observing Lu Han, watching intricately at the way Lu Han's chest heaves up and down with every laboured gulp of air he takes. Lu Han's eyes are almost black in this light, his pupils blown impeccably. Sehun smirks.
"Come on, Lu Han," Sehun coos, using the voice he uses on patients that don't really want to cooperate. It's soothing, and even, albeit holding a firm tone of authority. "Where does it hurt?"
Sehun takes off Lu Han's shoes, letting them drop soundly on the floor. Lu Han stops breathing, afraid someone might suddenly barge in on them. When minutes pass, and not a soul in blue scrubs comes running in, Sehun starts peeling off his socks, fingernails purposely dancing on the soles of his feet, sending zaps of electricity up Lu Han's body.
"Down there," Lu Han replies, canting his hips for emphasis. "Please, please touch me, Doctor Oh. Make it stop." Lu Han's erection is shamelessly obvious now, a hard bulge straining against the fabric of his underwear. "Touch me, Sehun."
Sehun, then, pulls Lu Han's pants down at a tantalising speed, the hard denim raking down his thighs, leaving angry red marks. He throws the jeans down on the floor. He wraps his hands around Lu Han's skinny ankles, and rubs circles and shapes in the inside of them. He feels the shivers that run up, and sees them blossom all over the creamy whiteness of his legs.
"Touch you like this?" Sehun asks. He curls his fingers around Lu Han's calves, massaging the softness the way he knows Lu Han likes it. Lu Han groans, and mutters something that sounds something close to "higher".
Sehun pulls at Lu Han's legs with enough force that he slides down, and Sehun tugs until their crotches are inches apart, Lu Han's thighs on either side of Sehun's waist. He gives the milky white skin a few strokes, going northward, and he thinks he sees Lu Han's erection twitch in anticipation.
But Sehun backs off, until he's a few paces away from the bed. He goes around the bed again, and stops by the head of it. He bends down, and looks for something.
"What the fuck," Lu Han says breathlessly, "Stop fucking aro--"
Lu Han never gets to finish though. Because the bed starts elevating, and his back rises as Sehun adjusts the tilt of the bed. The movement stops when Lu Han's almost at a sitting position, the bed almost tilted at a somewhat uncomfortable 90 degrees. Lu Han grasps at the metal barrier on either side of the gurney, his bare legs dangling at the edge of the bed.
Sehun comes back, pulling off his lab coat as he does so. It drops to the floor, and he positions himself back in between Lu Han's parted legs. They accommodate him and, once he's directly in front of Lu Han, lock themselves around him, Lu Han wounding and crossing his ankles behind Sehun's knees, pulling him closer.
Lu Han throws his arms around Sehun's neck, and presses a bruising kiss to his lips, hard enough that he feels Sehun hissing against his mouth. He parts his mouth and lets Sehun push his tongue in, curl it around his as he swallows Lu Han's gasps.
"Fuck me," Lu Han repeats, tugging at Sehun's hair harshly as the other presses closer, their crotches rubbing against each other. Sehun grounds his hips and Lu Han slumps forward, head lolling on Sehun's shoulder. "I need you to fuck me."
Sehun thrusts harder, turning Lu Han into a shuddering mess in his arms. He smiles around Lu Han's curls as he turns his head to whisper in Lu Han's ear, "What you need is an injection."
"A wha--mmph!" Lu Han is shut up by Sehun's lips, his bottom lip trapped in between Sehun's teeth. Lu Han moves his hands to hold at Sehun's collar, making fast work of unbuttoning his polo. Sehun presses a few open-mouthed kisses before pulling away, tugging his top over his head. The muscles of his toned chest ripples as he brings his arms down and on the belt of his pants, his biceps flexing as he unbuckles it, and opens his jeans. Lu Han watches with heady eyes, gaze glued to the strain in Sehun's boxers.
Sehun makes to move away, his destination his desk. He thinks he still has that tube of lube somewhere buried in there from the last time Lu Han made a visit. This wasn't the first time they did this, having sex in the hospital, but it most definitely is the first inside the emergency room. They always rendezvoused inside his private office, not here.
But Lu Han stops him and pulls him back in with his legs still around Sehun.
"I put the lube on the trolley," Lu Han informs him, his cheeks going pink. Sehun quirks an eyebrow and pulls the trolley to him and there, sitting innocently inside the tray, is a tube of nondescript lubricant.
"You came very prepared, Mr. Lu," Sehun praises. He reaches out a hand and takes, surprisingly, the scalpel.
He positions it above the band of Lu Han's underwear, and Lu Han exclaims, "What are you doing?!"
"You are a very bad case, Mr. Lu." Sehun cuts through the garter, exposing more and more skin as he works down and down. The metal grazes the sensitive flesh of Lu Han's cock, and Lu Han's head crashes back on the mattress. Sehun feels his own cock springing to life at the sight, and he places the scalpel back on the tray, ripping the rest of the fabric of the briefs apart.
He grabs the tube of lube and thumbs the cap open. Spreading a coat of the translucent gel over his fingers, he positions them in front of Lu Han's puckered entrance.
"I'm here to help you, Mr. Lu," Sehun says, and his finger trace the outer ring of Lu Han's hole. He starts pushing it inside. "And this is for your own good, don't worry."
By the time he has three fingers in, thoroughly finger-fucking and stretching Lu Han to the point he's silently shrieking into Sehun's shoulder, he stops. He hurriedly tugs his jeans and boxers down, his dick hard and heavy in the middle of his thighs. He slicks himself, jerking at his heated cock in preparation.
"Are you ready?" Sehun asks, gripping his cock as he aligns it in front of Lu Han's entrance. Lu Han leans back on the inclined gurney, and nods. His curls are matted to his forehead with sweat, and his arms are shivering with need.
Sehun guides the head in, pushing through the first few rings. They both take collective gasps at the sensation, Lu Han clenching and unclenching around him. Sehun puts his hands on Lu Han's thighs, and tugs him forward, propelling him onto Sehun's dick. Lu Han nearly screams, his shout of pleasure drowning out in Sehun's mouth as Sehun leans in to kiss him, thrusting forward as he buries himself balls deep inside Lu Han.
Lu Han whimpers against Sehun's temple as Sehun kisses him, hot open-mouthed presses from his lips to the skin where his jaw and ear meet, down the slope of his jaw and to his neck. Sehun trails his teeth over his flesh, his sharp canines puncturing his skin lightly as Sehun bites, sucking red star after red star that will stay there long after this.
Then Sehun moves, pulling out and then thrusting back in at a rough, unrhythmic pace. He retracts until only the head of his cock is inside, then rams back in to the hilt, the force rocking them back and forth, Lu Han finally screaming into Sehun's shoulder. Sehun does this, clutching tight at Lu Han’s legs as he thrusts in and out, in and out, his fingers sinking into the flesh, pretty hard enough that he knows they’ll bruise.
“I’ll make you feel better, Lu Han,” Sehun grunts, tilting his hips with a twist that he knows will hit where he wants it to. And he does, Lu Han biting down hard on his shoulder, sobbing as Sehun hits his prostate again and again. Then Sehun fastens his pace, still angling his thrusts deep and hard, sending Lu Han into a trembling, writhing mess in his arms. “I’ll make you feel so good.”
Lu Han is exquisitely tight around Sehun’s dick, the sticky heat driving him into a frenzy as he jerks in and out faster and faster, watching Lu Han take all of him in with every oscillating cant of his hips. Lu Han scratches at Sehun’s back, his blunt fingernails raking down the broad expanse, leaving red crescent marks. He hikes Lu Han’s legs higher, giving him much deeper access, pressing himself flush against Lu Han.
“Doctor,” Lu Han sobs, pushing Sehun into him with his ankles, keeping him in and stopping him from impaling him with his deep thrusts. His sight is hazy with need, bursts of black interrupting his vision. His breath is thinning, and he knows he’s nearly nearly there. “I’m almost there, Doctor, Oh God.”
“Sehun,” Sehun breathes, deliberately moving faster and deeper and harder and, this time, he can feel and hear his loins slapping against Lu Han’s, “Come for me, babe. I want you screaming my name.”
“Sehun, Sehun, Sehun,” Lu Han chants, half-shrieking the syllables like it’s the only word he knows, the only thing branded in his mind, like the feel of Sehun’s cock inside him.
His voice escalates when Sehun’s hand wraps around the base of Lu Han’s cock, and starts jacking him off to the pace he’s set. It doesn’t take long for Lu Han to lose it, his nails finally breaking the skin of Sehun’s back and shoulder as he feels his orgasm rush at him, long and hard and fast. He comes, his vision going white as it travels all throughout him, consuming him like hot-white fire.
Split second after, Sehun follows, his cock deep inside Lu Han as his walls contract. Sehun hisses, biting down hard on Lu Han’s shoulder as Lu Han milks him, his come filling him up. The tightness and the heat feels so good it hurts.
Sehun rides out the last of his high, kissing away every whimper Lu Han emits with every movement. Lu Han’s currently a bundle of sensitive nerves, he knows, and he smiles tiredly. He slides out of Lu Han, and he presses a kiss on Lu Han’s sweat and tear-streaked cheek.
“All better,” Sehun declares, reaching over at the trolley to take sheets of tissue, cleaning off the come on his and Lu Han’s torso and chest. “Sorry for ruining your favourite sweater, though.”
“And my underwear,” Lu Han quips, taking sheets of tissue as well, wiping at the inside of his thigh. He tugs his ripped underwear from underneath him, and says, “I brought extra clothes but not extra underwear. You better buy me a new one.”
Sehun’s already tugging his jeans on when he stands back in between Lu Han’s legs, his hands gliding up Lu Han’s still ever so milky thighs. “Oh, it’s ok. Since we’ll be going home together,” Sehun muses, inching his face closer and closer to Lu Han’s face, brushing wet bangs aside, “I don’t think you’d need to be wearing underwear when I’ll just reach over to you on the passenger’s seat, and unzip your jeans, and maybe give you a handjob while the stop light’s r--”
Lu Han slaps him on the shoulder before giving in to Sehun’s attempt at kissing him, giggling against Sehun’s smiling mouth as he buttons up Sehun’s pants.
-first of all, idk what this is
-ppl in my tlist are kinky (((hallelujah i thought i was the only one))))))
-this happened because we were talking about kinks on twitter and then hospitals were brought up and moment of inspiration and bam this happened (hope gee will not be able to function in her work place after this heoheoheo)))
-i'm sry if this doesn't make sense, it rly doesn't have to??
-i will beta this properly tomorrow, so if there are grammatical mistakes, i'm sorry
-if there are inaccuracies and wrong hospital-related info up there, i'm sorry too, but they are done on purpose orz
-i wrote most of this at school bc i knew i was going to fail my physics test anyway so YOLO
-i don't porn still tho
pairing: sehun/lu han
genre: pwp
rating: R
word count: ~4k w
summary: Lu Han is very, very sick. And Sehun is the Best Doctor Ever.
Sehun sometimes regrets accepting the graveyard shift.
It’s already 1 AM and the hospital is quite deafeningly silent at this time. Most of the nurses are done with their rounds, opting to stay in their quarters, taking turns stealing minutes or hours of sleep here and there. He’s left to his own devices, walking around the hallways as the oppressive, and blinding white light of the emergency room looms behind him.
No one really gets in accidents at this time of the night, especially this time of the year. Everyone’s too busy with going back to work, going back to school to care about petty things like accidentally impaling oneself, or maybe shooting down people out in the streets. And as the attending surgeon at the ER, it gets quite boring.
Sehun makes his way to the vending machines. Maybe getting a cup of warm coffee would do him good.
Dropping his coins into the slot, he thinks about his boyfriend who must be waiting for him at home. Lu Han must be sleeping alone, wearing one of Sehun’s shirts, the sleeves sliding off of his shoulders because Sehun’s much broader than he is. The smell of Sehun makes him sleep better, Lu Han insists.
Lu Han must be curled up in the middle of their massive king-sized bed, the thick sheets weighing him down as he turns and squirms around, trying to find something to grasp or hold on to. He has a habit of wrapping his limbs around Sehun’s body whenever they’re sleeping; be it after a tiring day, after a long, arduous round of sex, or just a nap on a lazy afternoon. Lu Han’s need to be assured that Sehun won’t leave him, even when he’s asleep, is quite cute. It makes Sehun hate the graveyard shift more.
He takes the warm cup and blows the steam away, taking hesitant sips while he tries not to burn his tongue. He pushes a hand into his lab pocket, and proceeds to patrol the hallways as he wiles the hours away.
By the time he’s finished making his rounds he’s already finished three cups of coffee, and the time is already 3 AM. Still a long way to go, but it’s an improvement. Only a few hours more and he could clock out, drive home, and maybe wrestle a pillow away from Lu Han’s hold and snuggle against him, replacing the fluff with much harder, and leaner muscles that Sehun knows Lu Han’s more accustomed to.
The bright “EMERGENCY” sign of the emergency room comes closer as Sehun walks at a leisurely pace to it. He debates on catching a few Z’s by the doctor’s desk as he pushes the double glass doors open. It’s still empty, the white curtains all pulled over the beds. He moves to sit down behind his desk, clear a space to rest his head on. He expects to read reports and health stats, clipboards passed by his interns and the nurses. What he did not expect was a post-it with something scrawled on it, the loops and the scratches horribly familiar.
Emergency on bed nr. 3
Treat me, doctor.
Sehun swallows, his mouth tasting like cheap coffee and bribed curiosity. He stands up and makes his way towards the third bed lined up by the right, the headboards pushed against the wall. His leather shoes scuffle against the linoleum floors and, when he stops in front of the aforementioned bed, he hears it. It’s a slight ruffle of sheets, quiet puffs of breaths.
Sehun brings up a hand, and parts the curtains.
He is faced with a Lu Han lying down on the thin mattress of the hospital gurney, looking up at him with hooded eyes. A flat pillow is pillowing his head, and his arms are by his sides. His white skin is thoroughly enhanced in this light, not looking sickly or pallid at all like his usual patients. But there are pale purple bruises underneath his eyes, and Sehun can’t help but wonder why. Has he been sleeping well?
“Doctor,” Lu Han speaks up, his soft and soothing voice permeating in the air. It’s the voice Lu Han normally reserves for when they’re in the confines of their bedroom, nothing in between them but air and space and heat. Sehun feels something stir somewhere deep inside him. “I’m sick. Do you think you can help me?”
Sehun raises an eyebrow at Lu Han, and comes closer. Lu Han’s eyes are trained on Sehun’s face, and they’re deep and penetrating. It’s been too long since the last time he’s really taken a look into Lu Han’s eyes.
He lifts up a hand, and places it atop Lu Han’s forehead, parting away hair to touch the cool stretch of skin that disappears into his hair line. “What seems to be the problem, Mr. Lu?”
“I haven’t even told you my name yet, Doctor,” Lu Han replies, eyes widening, “Can you read my mind?”
“I know my patient when I see them,” Sehun muses, reaching into one of his pockets to take out his stethoscope. He brings the ear tips to his ears, and holds the chestpiece in his hand. “How about we find out what’s wrong, Mr. Lu.”
He leans down over Lu Han, close enough that he feels Lu Han’s warm breaths heating his ears. He brings the chestpiece to Lu Han’s chest cavity, pressing lightly to listen to his heartbeats. It’s quite fast, Sehun finds out, Lu Han’s heart thrumming a quick thump thump thump against Sehun’s ears. He looks to his side, and sees Lu Han with his eyes averted, cheeks flushed a light pink. Sehun retracts, and straightens up.
“I don’t know, Mr. Lu,” Sehun says coolly, moving around and behind the curtains. He comes back with a hospital trolley, containing instruments needed for surgery. The polished metal catches the light and glints at Lu Han. “I can’t tell just yet.”
Lu Han tears his eyes away from the tools, and looks back up at Sehun, “But I thought you were the best doctor here, Doctor Oh.”
“Oh, but I am,” Sehun answers, a mischievous tint in his eyes as they flash from Lu Han’s face to the gleaming scalpel on the hospital trolley. He reaches over to pick it up, running his fingers up and down the smooth metal. He takes the edge of Lu Han’s sweater in his hand, the skin of his knuckles brushing with the skin of Lu Han’s abdomen. Lu Han squirms underneath his touch, and he smirks.
“This won’t hurt a bit, Mr. Lu. I promise,” Sehun soothes, his fingers poised. With the first break of fabric Sehun hears Lu Han take a collective breath in, the scalpel brushing lightly against the skin over the dip in the middle of his collarbones.
As Sehun works his way down, he can’t help but praise the white skin of Lu Han’s torso, the beauty that he never really got to fully worship in the darkness of their room whenever Lu Han’s underneath or above him in all of his naked glory. The inches that get exposed as Sehun cuts away at the wool of Lu Han’s sweater, the grey of the fabric parting to bleed the pure whiteness of Lu Han’s porcelain skin, makes Sehun want him more. He watches as goosebumps rise from the white, like small hills of snow.
When he reaches the end he throws the two flaps of wool he’s made aside, baring the full nakedness of Lu Han’s pristine torso. Sehun places the scalpel back on the trolley.
“Now let’s see....” Sehun lifts his hands and trails them over Lu Han’s hips, up to his waist. Lu Han sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, and bites. The pads of Sehun’s fingers brush Lu Han’s pink nipple, and it’s enough to elicit a soft, muffled moan from the latter.
“Hmn,” Sehun hums, his forefinger now going back and forth Lu Han’s nipple, smirking as it starts hardening into a peach coloured nub. “Interesting.” Sehun leans down and, when he’s a hairsbreadth apart from Lu Han’s chest, blows a puff of air, and it’s enough to make both of Lu Han’s nipples perk up, and for Lu Han’s back to arch into Sehun’s, the stiff cotton of Sehun’s polo bristling with Lu Han’s sensitive skin.
“How do you feel, Mr. Lu?” Sehun asks, his breath ghosting around a hardened nub as his hand fingers the other. Sehun’s mouth comes close, so close, to Lu Han’s nipple that Lu Han can almost feel it, and it physically hurts.
When Sehun takes a small, kittenish lick at the sensitive flesh, it takes everything in Lu Han not to moan out. He fists the white sheets of the mattress, and swallows down his groans with every swipe of Sehun’s tongue. Sehun swirls his pink muscle around Lu Han’s equally pink nipple, his hot breaths leaking around it warming Lu Han’s skin. His chest flushes, and Sehun smirks. It is always too easy to earn this reaction from Lu Han.
Sehun allows his teeth to graze the tip of the nub, and takes it between them, biting down. Lu Han can’t help but to gasp out, the intake of breath startlingly loud in the room. Sehun nibbles, stroking the flesh back and forth as Lu Han thrashes on the bed. He then licks a trail across Lu Han’s chest, his tongue flattening out on the skin before stopping at the edge of Lu Han’s other nipple. He breathes over it, warm then cool air sensitising it.
“Please,” Lu Han whimpers, hands coming up to bury themselves in the mass of Sehun’s pink-dyed hair. It’s coarse and rough, a total contrast to its former softness. But he threads his fingers around the strands nonetheless, using it to tug Sehun’s face up. “Help me.”
Lu Han pulls, and Sehun’s lifting his head up to stare into Lu Han’s eyes. It doesn’t take long before Sehun’s lips are on Lu Han’s, pressing kiss after kiss on them, claiming what is his his his. Lu Han’s hands move down to grab at Sehun’s collar, pulling him closer and closer. Sehun clambers up on the gurney, the metal screeching slightly as it accommodates their combined weight. Lu Han’s legs are on either side of him, locking him in place.
“What do you need?” Sehun asks, licking at the lobe of Lu Han’s ear, his cheek brushing against Lu Han’s. “Tell me. What do you feel?” He lets his hands wander down, going past planes of lean muscle and a slim waist to thumb the edge of Lu Han’s pants, the other brushing against Lu Han’s crotch.
“I,” Lu Han gasps out, fingers scrambling to hold onto Sehun’s arms that are on either side of his head. “I need you. You. You, I need you. Fuck, Sehun-” Sehun cups Lu Han’s hardening erection, squeezing him through the denim. Lu Han bucks into his hand, his hips lifting up from the bed, causing the metal wheels to squeak some more.
“Shh,” Sehun quiets, placing a long, slender finger atop Lu Han’s parted lips. He shakes his head back and forth, smiling down at Lu Han. He rubs Lu Han harder, and Lu Han tries to keep in his whimpers. “I don’t think it’s me you need, Lu Han. Tell me, what are you feeling?”
Lu Han digs his nails into the fabric of Sehun’s labcoat, pulling and clawing at them. He thrusts against Sehun’s cupped hand, and says, voice low and needy and thick with want, “I feel hot and horny, and I feel like you should fuck me, Doctor Oh, before I explode, oh Go-Please, Sehun, fu-it hurts.”
Sehun slips a finger inside the band of Lu Han's underwear, feeling the warm skin of his lower abdomen.
"Where does it feel hot, Mr. Lu?" Sehun inquires, bringing down another hand to flick the pants button open. He drags the metal of the zipper down slowly, painstakingly lazily, and Lu Han shudders at the feel of the zigzagged metal pressing down on his clothed erection. "Tell me so I can come up with a prognosis."
Sehun gets down from the bed and circles Lu Han, a hand tucked under his chin. He seems to be observing Lu Han, watching intricately at the way Lu Han's chest heaves up and down with every laboured gulp of air he takes. Lu Han's eyes are almost black in this light, his pupils blown impeccably. Sehun smirks.
"Come on, Lu Han," Sehun coos, using the voice he uses on patients that don't really want to cooperate. It's soothing, and even, albeit holding a firm tone of authority. "Where does it hurt?"
Sehun takes off Lu Han's shoes, letting them drop soundly on the floor. Lu Han stops breathing, afraid someone might suddenly barge in on them. When minutes pass, and not a soul in blue scrubs comes running in, Sehun starts peeling off his socks, fingernails purposely dancing on the soles of his feet, sending zaps of electricity up Lu Han's body.
"Down there," Lu Han replies, canting his hips for emphasis. "Please, please touch me, Doctor Oh. Make it stop." Lu Han's erection is shamelessly obvious now, a hard bulge straining against the fabric of his underwear. "Touch me, Sehun."
Sehun, then, pulls Lu Han's pants down at a tantalising speed, the hard denim raking down his thighs, leaving angry red marks. He throws the jeans down on the floor. He wraps his hands around Lu Han's skinny ankles, and rubs circles and shapes in the inside of them. He feels the shivers that run up, and sees them blossom all over the creamy whiteness of his legs.
"Touch you like this?" Sehun asks. He curls his fingers around Lu Han's calves, massaging the softness the way he knows Lu Han likes it. Lu Han groans, and mutters something that sounds something close to "higher".
Sehun pulls at Lu Han's legs with enough force that he slides down, and Sehun tugs until their crotches are inches apart, Lu Han's thighs on either side of Sehun's waist. He gives the milky white skin a few strokes, going northward, and he thinks he sees Lu Han's erection twitch in anticipation.
But Sehun backs off, until he's a few paces away from the bed. He goes around the bed again, and stops by the head of it. He bends down, and looks for something.
"What the fuck," Lu Han says breathlessly, "Stop fucking aro--"
Lu Han never gets to finish though. Because the bed starts elevating, and his back rises as Sehun adjusts the tilt of the bed. The movement stops when Lu Han's almost at a sitting position, the bed almost tilted at a somewhat uncomfortable 90 degrees. Lu Han grasps at the metal barrier on either side of the gurney, his bare legs dangling at the edge of the bed.
Sehun comes back, pulling off his lab coat as he does so. It drops to the floor, and he positions himself back in between Lu Han's parted legs. They accommodate him and, once he's directly in front of Lu Han, lock themselves around him, Lu Han wounding and crossing his ankles behind Sehun's knees, pulling him closer.
Lu Han throws his arms around Sehun's neck, and presses a bruising kiss to his lips, hard enough that he feels Sehun hissing against his mouth. He parts his mouth and lets Sehun push his tongue in, curl it around his as he swallows Lu Han's gasps.
"Fuck me," Lu Han repeats, tugging at Sehun's hair harshly as the other presses closer, their crotches rubbing against each other. Sehun grounds his hips and Lu Han slumps forward, head lolling on Sehun's shoulder. "I need you to fuck me."
Sehun thrusts harder, turning Lu Han into a shuddering mess in his arms. He smiles around Lu Han's curls as he turns his head to whisper in Lu Han's ear, "What you need is an injection."
"A wha--mmph!" Lu Han is shut up by Sehun's lips, his bottom lip trapped in between Sehun's teeth. Lu Han moves his hands to hold at Sehun's collar, making fast work of unbuttoning his polo. Sehun presses a few open-mouthed kisses before pulling away, tugging his top over his head. The muscles of his toned chest ripples as he brings his arms down and on the belt of his pants, his biceps flexing as he unbuckles it, and opens his jeans. Lu Han watches with heady eyes, gaze glued to the strain in Sehun's boxers.
Sehun makes to move away, his destination his desk. He thinks he still has that tube of lube somewhere buried in there from the last time Lu Han made a visit. This wasn't the first time they did this, having sex in the hospital, but it most definitely is the first inside the emergency room. They always rendezvoused inside his private office, not here.
But Lu Han stops him and pulls him back in with his legs still around Sehun.
"I put the lube on the trolley," Lu Han informs him, his cheeks going pink. Sehun quirks an eyebrow and pulls the trolley to him and there, sitting innocently inside the tray, is a tube of nondescript lubricant.
"You came very prepared, Mr. Lu," Sehun praises. He reaches out a hand and takes, surprisingly, the scalpel.
He positions it above the band of Lu Han's underwear, and Lu Han exclaims, "What are you doing?!"
"You are a very bad case, Mr. Lu." Sehun cuts through the garter, exposing more and more skin as he works down and down. The metal grazes the sensitive flesh of Lu Han's cock, and Lu Han's head crashes back on the mattress. Sehun feels his own cock springing to life at the sight, and he places the scalpel back on the tray, ripping the rest of the fabric of the briefs apart.
He grabs the tube of lube and thumbs the cap open. Spreading a coat of the translucent gel over his fingers, he positions them in front of Lu Han's puckered entrance.
"I'm here to help you, Mr. Lu," Sehun says, and his finger trace the outer ring of Lu Han's hole. He starts pushing it inside. "And this is for your own good, don't worry."
By the time he has three fingers in, thoroughly finger-fucking and stretching Lu Han to the point he's silently shrieking into Sehun's shoulder, he stops. He hurriedly tugs his jeans and boxers down, his dick hard and heavy in the middle of his thighs. He slicks himself, jerking at his heated cock in preparation.
"Are you ready?" Sehun asks, gripping his cock as he aligns it in front of Lu Han's entrance. Lu Han leans back on the inclined gurney, and nods. His curls are matted to his forehead with sweat, and his arms are shivering with need.
Sehun guides the head in, pushing through the first few rings. They both take collective gasps at the sensation, Lu Han clenching and unclenching around him. Sehun puts his hands on Lu Han's thighs, and tugs him forward, propelling him onto Sehun's dick. Lu Han nearly screams, his shout of pleasure drowning out in Sehun's mouth as Sehun leans in to kiss him, thrusting forward as he buries himself balls deep inside Lu Han.
Lu Han whimpers against Sehun's temple as Sehun kisses him, hot open-mouthed presses from his lips to the skin where his jaw and ear meet, down the slope of his jaw and to his neck. Sehun trails his teeth over his flesh, his sharp canines puncturing his skin lightly as Sehun bites, sucking red star after red star that will stay there long after this.
Then Sehun moves, pulling out and then thrusting back in at a rough, unrhythmic pace. He retracts until only the head of his cock is inside, then rams back in to the hilt, the force rocking them back and forth, Lu Han finally screaming into Sehun's shoulder. Sehun does this, clutching tight at Lu Han’s legs as he thrusts in and out, in and out, his fingers sinking into the flesh, pretty hard enough that he knows they’ll bruise.
“I’ll make you feel better, Lu Han,” Sehun grunts, tilting his hips with a twist that he knows will hit where he wants it to. And he does, Lu Han biting down hard on his shoulder, sobbing as Sehun hits his prostate again and again. Then Sehun fastens his pace, still angling his thrusts deep and hard, sending Lu Han into a trembling, writhing mess in his arms. “I’ll make you feel so good.”
Lu Han is exquisitely tight around Sehun’s dick, the sticky heat driving him into a frenzy as he jerks in and out faster and faster, watching Lu Han take all of him in with every oscillating cant of his hips. Lu Han scratches at Sehun’s back, his blunt fingernails raking down the broad expanse, leaving red crescent marks. He hikes Lu Han’s legs higher, giving him much deeper access, pressing himself flush against Lu Han.
“Doctor,” Lu Han sobs, pushing Sehun into him with his ankles, keeping him in and stopping him from impaling him with his deep thrusts. His sight is hazy with need, bursts of black interrupting his vision. His breath is thinning, and he knows he’s nearly nearly there. “I’m almost there, Doctor, Oh God.”
“Sehun,” Sehun breathes, deliberately moving faster and deeper and harder and, this time, he can feel and hear his loins slapping against Lu Han’s, “Come for me, babe. I want you screaming my name.”
“Sehun, Sehun, Sehun,” Lu Han chants, half-shrieking the syllables like it’s the only word he knows, the only thing branded in his mind, like the feel of Sehun’s cock inside him.
His voice escalates when Sehun’s hand wraps around the base of Lu Han’s cock, and starts jacking him off to the pace he’s set. It doesn’t take long for Lu Han to lose it, his nails finally breaking the skin of Sehun’s back and shoulder as he feels his orgasm rush at him, long and hard and fast. He comes, his vision going white as it travels all throughout him, consuming him like hot-white fire.
Split second after, Sehun follows, his cock deep inside Lu Han as his walls contract. Sehun hisses, biting down hard on Lu Han’s shoulder as Lu Han milks him, his come filling him up. The tightness and the heat feels so good it hurts.
Sehun rides out the last of his high, kissing away every whimper Lu Han emits with every movement. Lu Han’s currently a bundle of sensitive nerves, he knows, and he smiles tiredly. He slides out of Lu Han, and he presses a kiss on Lu Han’s sweat and tear-streaked cheek.
“All better,” Sehun declares, reaching over at the trolley to take sheets of tissue, cleaning off the come on his and Lu Han’s torso and chest. “Sorry for ruining your favourite sweater, though.”
“And my underwear,” Lu Han quips, taking sheets of tissue as well, wiping at the inside of his thigh. He tugs his ripped underwear from underneath him, and says, “I brought extra clothes but not extra underwear. You better buy me a new one.”
Sehun’s already tugging his jeans on when he stands back in between Lu Han’s legs, his hands gliding up Lu Han’s still ever so milky thighs. “Oh, it’s ok. Since we’ll be going home together,” Sehun muses, inching his face closer and closer to Lu Han’s face, brushing wet bangs aside, “I don’t think you’d need to be wearing underwear when I’ll just reach over to you on the passenger’s seat, and unzip your jeans, and maybe give you a handjob while the stop light’s r--”
Lu Han slaps him on the shoulder before giving in to Sehun’s attempt at kissing him, giggling against Sehun’s smiling mouth as he buttons up Sehun’s pants.
-first of all, idk what this is
-ppl in my tlist are kinky (((hallelujah i thought i was the only one))))))
-this happened because we were talking about kinks on twitter and then hospitals were brought up and moment of inspiration and bam this happened (hope gee will not be able to function in her work place after this heoheoheo)))
-i'm sry if this doesn't make sense, it rly doesn't have to??
-i will beta this properly tomorrow, so if there are grammatical mistakes, i'm sorry
-if there are inaccuracies and wrong hospital-related info up there, i'm sorry too, but they are done on purpose orz
-i wrote most of this at school bc i knew i was going to fail my physics test anyway so YOLO
-i don't porn still tho