because tonight is ours
because tonight is ours
nc-17; romance, angst; sehun/luhan
summary: they spend the night in each other’s arms before their inevitable separation.
a/n: plotless emotional porn. yeah, idek. I SHOULD BE BANNED FROM WRITING THESE THINGS OH GOSH. /O\
luhan isn’t entirely surprised to find himself in sehun’s room the night before the members of EXO-K are set to leave for korea, the younger boy sitting on his lap, arms holding him close, and kissing him like there’s no tomorrow (in their minds, they both hope there isn’t).
with their managers’ permission, the other members have all decided to brave the streets of beijing for their own personal trips and both sehun and luhan had refused to leave the hotel at this hour, uttering their own rehearsed excuses to exclude themselves from whatever the group had planned for the night. in hindsight, luhan should’ve probably seen this coming; he and sehun have been practically undressing each other with their heavy stares all day (luhan clearly remembers yixing’s knowing looks and jongin’s poorly stifled snickers every time he so much glimpses at sehun. he is tempted to throw just about anything within his reach to shut them up) and luhan thinks it’s about damn time he can have sehun all to himself.
sehun’s moan penetrates his thoughts and luhan has to hold himself together to stop from falling apart under the younger boy’s touches. the kiss they share is frantic, needy, a combination of tongues dancing together and teeth clacking from aggressiveness, and luhan tries to file the feeling of sehun’s lips against his in the deepest recesses of his mind so he will never, ever forget.
sehun experimentally rolls his hips, the simple movement making luhan gasp and throw his head back as a wave of pleasure hits him. desire pools in his belly, frenzied movements driven by unrepressed anticipation, and luhan’s mind reels as his heart beats sehun, sehun, sehun. soon, all their clothes are gone, haphazardly thrown just anywhere inside the small room, and luhan has to remind himself to breathe in, out, in, out as he gazes at sehun below him.
“stop looking at me like that, hyung,” sehun whines, a blush rising on his cheeks.
luhan can’t stop the laughter from escaping his lips and sehun glares at him, clearly unimpressed with luhan’s lack of empathy for the other boy’s self-conscious state. luhan leans down and kisses the shyness away, his free hand snaking in between their bodies, exploring and committing to memory every plane and expanse of skin that he can reach.
they both know this will be their last intimate time together before the other half of the group leaves in the morning, the thought of a thousand kilometers and seas in between choking luhan with tears and silent wishes and emotions he can’t quite express. he never speaks though, the words stay here and don’t leave me only getting bitten out in between open-mouthed kisses and nips, but he knows sehun understands (he always does) when the younger boy gives as good as he got back, pressing kiss after kiss on his mouth.
they don’t really have much time, luhan knows, and the ticking clock by the bedside seems to mock him even more, reminding him that soon, the other members will be back and he and sehun will probably end up being sexually frustrated for weeks if they don’t hurry.
their only foreplay consists of luhan biting at the other boy’s mouth and jaw, his eyes glowing with burning eagerness. he carefully marks sehun all over his body, nipping at places that can’t be seen when he wears clothes (they’ll be in big trouble if the noonas find out), and revels at sehun’s moans and gasps with every nibble, every scrape of his teeth against smooth skin.
it suddenly becomes all too overwhelming, wave after wave of pleasure flooding his senses, when sehun’s thighs clamp possessively around his waist and it’s too much when the pressure is deep and intensely sharp, before luhan finally slides into the slick, tight sensation of being inside the younger boy.
luhan buries his face in the crook of sehun’s neck, the force of his thrusts increasing in intensity, hips moving with too much vigor in response with sehun’s grunts of approval and pleas of more, more, more. sehun’s nails embed fiery trails along luhan’s shoulder blade, crescent moons digging themselves deep on his skin, and the sound of luhan’s name from the other boy’s lips, throaty and raw and full of need, makes him want to push faster, burrow himself deeper, fall together with sehun.
they are devouring one another, relishing in the sweat between their moving bodies, the slick sensation of sehun’s arousal, the agony of pleasure racking them to the core, and the tight hold they have of each other as it anchors them both to the present. sehun's eyes are closed, back arched, and an expression akin to contentment splayed across his face and luhan wishes for time to stop and for days to never pass.
it all becomes too much when luhan looks down and sees sehun pumping himself hard and fast and completely shameless about it, the heat of his orgasm against the skin of his stomach and the pure bliss as he pulls down luhan for another open-mouthed kiss.
and that’s as far as luhan lasts, with sehun shuddering and breathing hard and clamping down around him, because then he’s coming too, white lights exploding behind his eyelids, and thoughts of miles and seas apart, long distance phone calls, late night skype conversations and touches that always mean something more all blur from his mind. luhan lets out a sob at the pain of his final release, swallowed up with the soaring satisfaction of coming for sehun.
luhan’s arms give way and he slumps carelessly against sehun, head tucked in the junction between his shoulder and neck. he breathes in, the smell of sehun’s faint cologne and sweat and sex lingering in his nose, and it reminds him too much of what (or, rather, who) he will be missing in the next couple of weeks. or months.
luhan knows it’s silly; there will still be phone calls and chats and mails everyday between them (his pinky finger tingles with the memory of their earlier promise to always keep in touch) but it’s not the same and it will never be enough. luhan swallows the words he wants to say, steels himself to stop the tears brimming in his eyes and opts to express everything in his silence instead. luhan eventually needs to move, put on his clothes and-
“just like this,” sehun suddenly whispers, unable to mask the sleepiness in his voice, “let’s stay just like this for a little more while.”
sehun tightens his hold around luhan’s waist, firm, secure and never letting go. luhan knows the other members will be returning soon, and the sticky reminder of sex resting in between their stomachs isn’t exactly pleasant, but he nods anyway, nestling deeper in the other boy’s warmth.
their separation is inevitable, but for now, he has sehun, his kisses and solid presence, and luhan thinks they’ll be fine.
everything’s going to be fine.
Notes:
1. guys, my porn writing skills are basically non-existent. i’m sorry if this sucks. B|||||
2. written in between reviewing for board exams. otl this pair just can't leave me alone. /throws them both out the window/
3. comments are very much encouraged and appreciated. no silent readers, pretty please? :3
nc-17; romance, angst; sehun/luhan
summary: they spend the night in each other’s arms before their inevitable separation.
a/n: plotless emotional porn. yeah, idek. I SHOULD BE BANNED FROM WRITING THESE THINGS OH GOSH. /O\
luhan isn’t entirely surprised to find himself in sehun’s room the night before the members of EXO-K are set to leave for korea, the younger boy sitting on his lap, arms holding him close, and kissing him like there’s no tomorrow (in their minds, they both hope there isn’t).
with their managers’ permission, the other members have all decided to brave the streets of beijing for their own personal trips and both sehun and luhan had refused to leave the hotel at this hour, uttering their own rehearsed excuses to exclude themselves from whatever the group had planned for the night. in hindsight, luhan should’ve probably seen this coming; he and sehun have been practically undressing each other with their heavy stares all day (luhan clearly remembers yixing’s knowing looks and jongin’s poorly stifled snickers every time he so much glimpses at sehun. he is tempted to throw just about anything within his reach to shut them up) and luhan thinks it’s about damn time he can have sehun all to himself.
sehun’s moan penetrates his thoughts and luhan has to hold himself together to stop from falling apart under the younger boy’s touches. the kiss they share is frantic, needy, a combination of tongues dancing together and teeth clacking from aggressiveness, and luhan tries to file the feeling of sehun’s lips against his in the deepest recesses of his mind so he will never, ever forget.
sehun experimentally rolls his hips, the simple movement making luhan gasp and throw his head back as a wave of pleasure hits him. desire pools in his belly, frenzied movements driven by unrepressed anticipation, and luhan’s mind reels as his heart beats sehun, sehun, sehun. soon, all their clothes are gone, haphazardly thrown just anywhere inside the small room, and luhan has to remind himself to breathe in, out, in, out as he gazes at sehun below him.
“stop looking at me like that, hyung,” sehun whines, a blush rising on his cheeks.
luhan can’t stop the laughter from escaping his lips and sehun glares at him, clearly unimpressed with luhan’s lack of empathy for the other boy’s self-conscious state. luhan leans down and kisses the shyness away, his free hand snaking in between their bodies, exploring and committing to memory every plane and expanse of skin that he can reach.
they both know this will be their last intimate time together before the other half of the group leaves in the morning, the thought of a thousand kilometers and seas in between choking luhan with tears and silent wishes and emotions he can’t quite express. he never speaks though, the words stay here and don’t leave me only getting bitten out in between open-mouthed kisses and nips, but he knows sehun understands (he always does) when the younger boy gives as good as he got back, pressing kiss after kiss on his mouth.
they don’t really have much time, luhan knows, and the ticking clock by the bedside seems to mock him even more, reminding him that soon, the other members will be back and he and sehun will probably end up being sexually frustrated for weeks if they don’t hurry.
their only foreplay consists of luhan biting at the other boy’s mouth and jaw, his eyes glowing with burning eagerness. he carefully marks sehun all over his body, nipping at places that can’t be seen when he wears clothes (they’ll be in big trouble if the noonas find out), and revels at sehun’s moans and gasps with every nibble, every scrape of his teeth against smooth skin.
it suddenly becomes all too overwhelming, wave after wave of pleasure flooding his senses, when sehun’s thighs clamp possessively around his waist and it’s too much when the pressure is deep and intensely sharp, before luhan finally slides into the slick, tight sensation of being inside the younger boy.
luhan buries his face in the crook of sehun’s neck, the force of his thrusts increasing in intensity, hips moving with too much vigor in response with sehun’s grunts of approval and pleas of more, more, more. sehun’s nails embed fiery trails along luhan’s shoulder blade, crescent moons digging themselves deep on his skin, and the sound of luhan’s name from the other boy’s lips, throaty and raw and full of need, makes him want to push faster, burrow himself deeper, fall together with sehun.
they are devouring one another, relishing in the sweat between their moving bodies, the slick sensation of sehun’s arousal, the agony of pleasure racking them to the core, and the tight hold they have of each other as it anchors them both to the present. sehun's eyes are closed, back arched, and an expression akin to contentment splayed across his face and luhan wishes for time to stop and for days to never pass.
it all becomes too much when luhan looks down and sees sehun pumping himself hard and fast and completely shameless about it, the heat of his orgasm against the skin of his stomach and the pure bliss as he pulls down luhan for another open-mouthed kiss.
and that’s as far as luhan lasts, with sehun shuddering and breathing hard and clamping down around him, because then he’s coming too, white lights exploding behind his eyelids, and thoughts of miles and seas apart, long distance phone calls, late night skype conversations and touches that always mean something more all blur from his mind. luhan lets out a sob at the pain of his final release, swallowed up with the soaring satisfaction of coming for sehun.
luhan’s arms give way and he slumps carelessly against sehun, head tucked in the junction between his shoulder and neck. he breathes in, the smell of sehun’s faint cologne and sweat and sex lingering in his nose, and it reminds him too much of what (or, rather, who) he will be missing in the next couple of weeks. or months.
luhan knows it’s silly; there will still be phone calls and chats and mails everyday between them (his pinky finger tingles with the memory of their earlier promise to always keep in touch) but it’s not the same and it will never be enough. luhan swallows the words he wants to say, steels himself to stop the tears brimming in his eyes and opts to express everything in his silence instead. luhan eventually needs to move, put on his clothes and-
“just like this,” sehun suddenly whispers, unable to mask the sleepiness in his voice, “let’s stay just like this for a little more while.”
sehun tightens his hold around luhan’s waist, firm, secure and never letting go. luhan knows the other members will be returning soon, and the sticky reminder of sex resting in between their stomachs isn’t exactly pleasant, but he nods anyway, nestling deeper in the other boy’s warmth.
their separation is inevitable, but for now, he has sehun, his kisses and solid presence, and luhan thinks they’ll be fine.
everything’s going to be fine.
Notes:
1. guys, my porn writing skills are basically non-existent. i’m sorry if this sucks. B|||||
2. written in between reviewing for board exams. otl this pair just can't leave me alone. /throws them both out the window/
3. comments are very much encouraged and appreciated. no silent readers, pretty please? :3