A Hundred Tiny Daydreams About You
Title: A Hundred Tiny Daydreams About You
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They meet after Exoluxion's concert, just like how Luhan had promised.
a hundred tiny daydreams about you
Meet me at the Park Hyatt after the concert.
The text arrives just minutes before they have to go on stage and Sehun can already hear Joonmyun yelling for them to huddle together as a sound technician checks the mic clipped onto his belt one final time.
Can't wait to see you.
Sehun squeezes himself into the circle, sticking his hand into the pile of palms that's already extended in the center. It's their first major concert for their impending comeback, the first real time they'll be standing on stage knowing for certain it will only be the ten of them from now on. It's maddening and frightening but exhilarating and satisfying all at the same time as Joonmyun shouts exo saranghaja! and ten pairs of hands fly into the air.
Good luck, show them what you're made of.
Luhan's text goes unseen as the staff ushers them quickly out of the dressing room and down the hall to where backstage is. The deafening roar of the fans outside rumbles in his ear as he secures his position on the tiny elevated platform.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.
It's still nerve wracking and it always will be. It's been almost three years, one thousand days of performances, but Sehun doesn't think he will ever be able to shed the amped up nerves tingling through his veins the moment before he has to step on stage.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Luhan's not next to him this time. There's no warm hand around his own, intertwining their fingers gently, and there's no soft lips next to his ear, whispering soothing encouragements in a mix of Korean and Chinese. But it's okay because when Sehun closes his eyes, all he sees is Luhan's dazzling smile, telling him he's going to do great with the velvety timber of his voice.
Zero.
Sehun takes a deep breath and the elevated platform launches up and he lands on the main stage, perfectly in sync to the fire sparks that explode from the edge. He opens his eyes and all he sees is pitch black with glittering silver lights woven throughout the darkness. It's a true galaxy and Sehun feels like he's in space. His heart beats erratically as the screams from fans increase dramatically and Sehun feels a strange sense of pride rising in his chest.
He can do this. For the fans, for the members, for Yifan, for himself.
For Luhan.
Just finished, see you in about an hour.
Sehun comes off of the stage in a dazed shock, riding on an ultimate high from the piercing fanchants and pulsing beats. The show had been amazing and he's unbelievably overwhelmed at the amount of love the fans had shown them. And for the first time in awhile, Sehun truly believes everything is going to be okay.
He removes his makeup and changes into his casual clothes in record time before downing a whole bottle of ice cold water. His head is still spinning from the adrenaline and he almost feels like passing out.
"Hyung, I'm going to leave now," Sehun says to no one in particular.
Nine heads turn to look at him, nodding at him understandingly, eyes filled with sincerity. They don't ask where he's going, they all know at the back of their minds. Sehun's relationship with Luhan isn't a topic that's discussed often back at the dorm, just something that lingers in the air. The members had all been worried when the older boy had packed up and left, knowing Sehun would feel the effects of the departure the hardest. It was a relief when Sehun had accidentally let it slip a month ago that he's been meeting up with Luhan in secret.
Baekhyun bounds over, smoothing out the collar of his jacket and ruffling his hair. He's happy for him. They're all happy for him.
"Tell him I miss him," Yixing catches his wrist and Sehun squeezes his hand in return.
"Take care of him, okay? Tell him we wish him well," Joonmyun says quickly before Sehun slips out from the back entrance.
Okay, room 308.
Luhan pulls Sehun into the hotel room with his mouth when he opens the door, tugging on Sehun's bottom lip with his teeth. There's an undeniable sense of desperation in the air, consuming them both.
"You're here," he whispers before threading his fingers into Sehun's hair, dark brunette strands still hard from the leftover hairspray, deepening the kiss while pushing him onto the bed with a thud.
"Of course I'm here," Sehun replies as he pulls Luhan closer, letting the older boy straddle his hips. "Where else would I go?"
"I don't know," Luhan shrugs and there's an disconcerting look in his eyes, fear and uneasiness mixed with passion, words hanging on the tip of his tongue, but nothing gets said. He stares at the boy splayed out underneath him and Luhan had almost forgotten just how stunning Sehun is, even with angry dark circles stained on his face. It's only been a month, but somehow, Sehun looks older, more mature, more breathtakingly gorgeous.
"I'll always be here," Sehun says, as if he knows exactly what Luhan's thinking and leans forward to kiss all of his unwarranted worries away.
Luhan buries his hand underneath Sehun's shirt, seeking warmth and comfort, fingertips grazing over smooth planes of muscles. He coaxes Sehun out of the piece of clothing and maps out the expanse of Sehun's body with his lips, so lean and sinew, re-familiarizing himself with every line and curve, the way skin stretches over bone. It feels like it's been forever that Luhan's had Sehun soft and pliant, wrapped up in white bed sheets, and he's missed this so much.
He's glad that Sehun has stuck by him even after he chose to leave, so thankful that Sehun doesn't hate him for his debatable selfish decision. Luhan doesn't know what he would do if Sehun wasn't in his life, if he wasn't able to call Sehun his.
Luhan's brought out of his thoughts when Sehun sits up and pulls his shirt off, flipping them over in the process. A pulse of pleasure travels down Luhan's spine as Sehun reaches down to palm him through his jeans before undoing the zipper and pushes his pants down. He wraps strong fingers around Luhan's length, stroking him sweetly, torturously.
There's a tiny bottle of lube sitting on the edge of the nightstand and Sehun reaches out, thumbing open the cap, coating his fingers in the liquid. He presses a finger into Luhan, curving it at the angle that he knows drives the other boy insane. By the time Sehun has two more fingers in him, he has successfully managed to deduce Luhan into a writhing mess.
"Please," Luhan gasps.
"Please what," Sehun taunts in return, curling his tongue with Luhan's. He's always loved teasing Luhan in bed and tonight's no exception as he twists his fingers slightly just right, hitting the bundle of nerves that has Luhan whimpering pathetically.
"I want you so bad," Luhan whines. "Need you."
Sehun's breath catches in his throat as he gets rid of his own pants and coats his cock with more lube and enters Luhan in one swift thrust. Luhan's back arches off the bed at the sensation of being filled so deeply, moaning into Sehun's ear.
The pace Sehun sets is agonizing as he pushes back and forth into Luhan slowly, wanting him to feel every little movement. It's beautiful and rough, but just not quite enough as Luhan begins to rake impatient red lines down Sehun's back, urging for more. Sehun gets the hint as he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, Luhan's chest rising to collide with his own from the force.
Luhan hisses as Sehun increases his speed, pounding into him relentlessly, swallowing every needy sound tumbling out of his lips, now bitten red from pleasure. It's raw and almost animalistic the way Sehun is moving, dark orbs shining in the dim lighting, burning down at him, full of love and lust. Luhan hooks his ankles over Sehun's tailbone, anchoring him down as his thrusts become more and more unforgiving.
"More, Sehun. I'm so close," Luhan manages to say. "Come on."
Sehun growls and angles his body perfectly, snapping his hips up a few more times with practiced ease and Luhan comes undone, biting down on Sehun's neck as his orgasm hits him hard, the thrill coarsing through his entire body. Luhan looks absolutely destroyed, hair flying in every direction, pupils blown, but still clenching around Sehun tightly and that's all it takes for him to teeter off the edge as well, coming white hot inside of Luhan.
They maneuver themselves underneath the blankets and Luhan drapes a protective arm around Sehun's frame. Luhan wants to ask about how the concert went, how the other members are doing, but it's late and they're both tired so he decides to save the conversation for next morning over breakfast ordered from room service.
"Hey, I love you," Sehun breathes into Luhan's hair while placing a fluttering kiss on his forehead. "Don't forget."
"I love you too," Luhan smiles as he shifts into a comfortable position in Sehun's arms. "Don't ever leave me," he adds quietly, already drifting off to sleep.
"Never."
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Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They meet after Exoluxion's concert, just like how Luhan had promised.
a hundred tiny daydreams about you
Meet me at the Park Hyatt after the concert.
The text arrives just minutes before they have to go on stage and Sehun can already hear Joonmyun yelling for them to huddle together as a sound technician checks the mic clipped onto his belt one final time.
Can't wait to see you.
Sehun squeezes himself into the circle, sticking his hand into the pile of palms that's already extended in the center. It's their first major concert for their impending comeback, the first real time they'll be standing on stage knowing for certain it will only be the ten of them from now on. It's maddening and frightening but exhilarating and satisfying all at the same time as Joonmyun shouts exo saranghaja! and ten pairs of hands fly into the air.
Good luck, show them what you're made of.
Luhan's text goes unseen as the staff ushers them quickly out of the dressing room and down the hall to where backstage is. The deafening roar of the fans outside rumbles in his ear as he secures his position on the tiny elevated platform.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.
It's still nerve wracking and it always will be. It's been almost three years, one thousand days of performances, but Sehun doesn't think he will ever be able to shed the amped up nerves tingling through his veins the moment before he has to step on stage.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Luhan's not next to him this time. There's no warm hand around his own, intertwining their fingers gently, and there's no soft lips next to his ear, whispering soothing encouragements in a mix of Korean and Chinese. But it's okay because when Sehun closes his eyes, all he sees is Luhan's dazzling smile, telling him he's going to do great with the velvety timber of his voice.
Zero.
Sehun takes a deep breath and the elevated platform launches up and he lands on the main stage, perfectly in sync to the fire sparks that explode from the edge. He opens his eyes and all he sees is pitch black with glittering silver lights woven throughout the darkness. It's a true galaxy and Sehun feels like he's in space. His heart beats erratically as the screams from fans increase dramatically and Sehun feels a strange sense of pride rising in his chest.
He can do this. For the fans, for the members, for Yifan, for himself.
For Luhan.
Just finished, see you in about an hour.
Sehun comes off of the stage in a dazed shock, riding on an ultimate high from the piercing fanchants and pulsing beats. The show had been amazing and he's unbelievably overwhelmed at the amount of love the fans had shown them. And for the first time in awhile, Sehun truly believes everything is going to be okay.
He removes his makeup and changes into his casual clothes in record time before downing a whole bottle of ice cold water. His head is still spinning from the adrenaline and he almost feels like passing out.
"Hyung, I'm going to leave now," Sehun says to no one in particular.
Nine heads turn to look at him, nodding at him understandingly, eyes filled with sincerity. They don't ask where he's going, they all know at the back of their minds. Sehun's relationship with Luhan isn't a topic that's discussed often back at the dorm, just something that lingers in the air. The members had all been worried when the older boy had packed up and left, knowing Sehun would feel the effects of the departure the hardest. It was a relief when Sehun had accidentally let it slip a month ago that he's been meeting up with Luhan in secret.
Baekhyun bounds over, smoothing out the collar of his jacket and ruffling his hair. He's happy for him. They're all happy for him.
"Tell him I miss him," Yixing catches his wrist and Sehun squeezes his hand in return.
"Take care of him, okay? Tell him we wish him well," Joonmyun says quickly before Sehun slips out from the back entrance.
Okay, room 308.
Luhan pulls Sehun into the hotel room with his mouth when he opens the door, tugging on Sehun's bottom lip with his teeth. There's an undeniable sense of desperation in the air, consuming them both.
"You're here," he whispers before threading his fingers into Sehun's hair, dark brunette strands still hard from the leftover hairspray, deepening the kiss while pushing him onto the bed with a thud.
"Of course I'm here," Sehun replies as he pulls Luhan closer, letting the older boy straddle his hips. "Where else would I go?"
"I don't know," Luhan shrugs and there's an disconcerting look in his eyes, fear and uneasiness mixed with passion, words hanging on the tip of his tongue, but nothing gets said. He stares at the boy splayed out underneath him and Luhan had almost forgotten just how stunning Sehun is, even with angry dark circles stained on his face. It's only been a month, but somehow, Sehun looks older, more mature, more breathtakingly gorgeous.
"I'll always be here," Sehun says, as if he knows exactly what Luhan's thinking and leans forward to kiss all of his unwarranted worries away.
Luhan buries his hand underneath Sehun's shirt, seeking warmth and comfort, fingertips grazing over smooth planes of muscles. He coaxes Sehun out of the piece of clothing and maps out the expanse of Sehun's body with his lips, so lean and sinew, re-familiarizing himself with every line and curve, the way skin stretches over bone. It feels like it's been forever that Luhan's had Sehun soft and pliant, wrapped up in white bed sheets, and he's missed this so much.
He's glad that Sehun has stuck by him even after he chose to leave, so thankful that Sehun doesn't hate him for his debatable selfish decision. Luhan doesn't know what he would do if Sehun wasn't in his life, if he wasn't able to call Sehun his.
Luhan's brought out of his thoughts when Sehun sits up and pulls his shirt off, flipping them over in the process. A pulse of pleasure travels down Luhan's spine as Sehun reaches down to palm him through his jeans before undoing the zipper and pushes his pants down. He wraps strong fingers around Luhan's length, stroking him sweetly, torturously.
There's a tiny bottle of lube sitting on the edge of the nightstand and Sehun reaches out, thumbing open the cap, coating his fingers in the liquid. He presses a finger into Luhan, curving it at the angle that he knows drives the other boy insane. By the time Sehun has two more fingers in him, he has successfully managed to deduce Luhan into a writhing mess.
"Please," Luhan gasps.
"Please what," Sehun taunts in return, curling his tongue with Luhan's. He's always loved teasing Luhan in bed and tonight's no exception as he twists his fingers slightly just right, hitting the bundle of nerves that has Luhan whimpering pathetically.
"I want you so bad," Luhan whines. "Need you."
Sehun's breath catches in his throat as he gets rid of his own pants and coats his cock with more lube and enters Luhan in one swift thrust. Luhan's back arches off the bed at the sensation of being filled so deeply, moaning into Sehun's ear.
The pace Sehun sets is agonizing as he pushes back and forth into Luhan slowly, wanting him to feel every little movement. It's beautiful and rough, but just not quite enough as Luhan begins to rake impatient red lines down Sehun's back, urging for more. Sehun gets the hint as he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, Luhan's chest rising to collide with his own from the force.
Luhan hisses as Sehun increases his speed, pounding into him relentlessly, swallowing every needy sound tumbling out of his lips, now bitten red from pleasure. It's raw and almost animalistic the way Sehun is moving, dark orbs shining in the dim lighting, burning down at him, full of love and lust. Luhan hooks his ankles over Sehun's tailbone, anchoring him down as his thrusts become more and more unforgiving.
"More, Sehun. I'm so close," Luhan manages to say. "Come on."
Sehun growls and angles his body perfectly, snapping his hips up a few more times with practiced ease and Luhan comes undone, biting down on Sehun's neck as his orgasm hits him hard, the thrill coarsing through his entire body. Luhan looks absolutely destroyed, hair flying in every direction, pupils blown, but still clenching around Sehun tightly and that's all it takes for him to teeter off the edge as well, coming white hot inside of Luhan.
They maneuver themselves underneath the blankets and Luhan drapes a protective arm around Sehun's frame. Luhan wants to ask about how the concert went, how the other members are doing, but it's late and they're both tired so he decides to save the conversation for next morning over breakfast ordered from room service.
"Hey, I love you," Sehun breathes into Luhan's hair while placing a fluttering kiss on his forehead. "Don't forget."
"I love you too," Luhan smiles as he shifts into a comfortable position in Sehun's arms. "Don't ever leave me," he adds quietly, already drifting off to sleep.
"Never."
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