Hide Where Love Can Save Us
Title: Hide Where Love Can Save Us
Author: zeropercent
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Summary: Luhan is so alive, it’s intoxicating.
Warnings: Bdsm, asphyxiation, knife/blood play, orgasm denial
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Zedd. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
How does something like this start? Did Luhan wake up one morning and suddenly enjoy pain? Surely something must have triggered it. He has spent hours, days, researching what could have caused this. To this day, he doesn’t know. He really doesn’t care anymore.
But, he doesn’t just like any pain. No, it has to hurt so bad he wants to pass out. It has to keep him on the edge. Sometimes, it even has to bleed and leave scars.
Sehun coming into his life was quite possibly the best thing to ever happen to him. He knows how these things work. Sehun is kind and relentless.
Luhan looks at him with wide eyes. He waits. Waits for Sehun to say something. Anything. The carpet is scratchy against his knees, as usual, but he doesn’t care.
“Luhan.” He motions for Luhan to come closer, and he pulls the metal chain connected to his collar so he can stand. He curls his hand around the back of Luhan’s neck, “You want it to hurt?” Luhan nods, anticipation driving him insane. “You want to cry?” Another nod. “Come,” he tugs on the chain, bringing Luhan with him to the bedroom. “You’re going to do as I say, or it’ll hurt in ways you don’t want it to. Understand?” He doesn’t wait for Luhan to respond before he’s smiling, “Of course you do,” he grabs his chin, “you’re always so good for me.” He decides he’s not going to tie him today.
Luhan kicks his boxers off and Sehun pushes him onto the bed. He runs his hands over Luhan’s back, lightly tracing the scars there. Sehun reaches into his jeans, pulling out his knife. He reaches around and presses it to Luhan’s neck, “Behave.” Luhan shuts his eyes, and Sehun slowly slides it across his side. Blood instantly comes to the surface, dripping down onto the blanket. “I cleaned it for you.”
Luhan is so alive, it’s intoxicating.
He makes five shallow cuts in a row, right next to his spine. Luhan makes a low noise, his fingers curling into the sheets. He whispers, “Sehun-ah.”
“What?”
“Deeper.”
Sehun thinks about it for a moment. On the back of his thigh? Should he flip him over and do his hip? No. Sehun slices deep against his shoulder blade.
Luhan moans, his face buried in the pillow. Sehun tells him to get on his back, and Luhan complies, cringing at the way his open wounds make contact with the bed.
Sehun wraps his fingers around his cock, enjoying the way Luhan bites his lip and arches up. He tugs on the metal chain, pulling Luhan’s collar.
Luhan is flawless. He’s Sehun’s.
“It’s not enough, is it? It’s never enough, hm?” His hand comes up to his throat, fingers pressing in. Luhan’s hands wrap around his arm instinctively, but he doesn’t pull, just keeps them there. Sehun pushes down, until Luhan looks like he’s truly struggling and tears form in his eyes. He’s perfected this. He lets go and Luhan takes in a rush of air, color returning to his face.
Sehun sucks two fingers into his mouth before roughly shoving them in Luhan. It burns, it’s not nearly slick enough. But that’s how Luhan likes it.
Sehun uses his other hand to dig his nails into Luhan’s thigh. Luhan writhes and his cock twitches, leaking onto his belly.
Sehun spits into his palm, spreading it on his dick. He pushes in, heat spreading through his body.
A few tears escape Luhan’s eyes and he wipes them away, staring at Sehun expectantly. Sehun presses his knife to Luhan’s thigh, cutting deep.
He runs his fingers through the blood, smearing it over his pale skin. Luhan cries out from the pain, from the feeling of someone touching his split flesh.
Sehun starts to move, a normal pace, rocking in and out of him. Luhan looks at the crimson dripping down his thigh, pooling at his hip. He throws his head back, feeling Sehun stroke his cock.
“Is it good?”
Luhan nods. The mix of pain and pleasure is what he loves. What he craves.
“Sehun, I’m-”
Sehun lets go, and Luhan groans in frustration. Sehun slips his hand up his chest to his neck, rubbing the leather of his collar. He smiles down at him, squeezing. Luhan arches his back, lips parted as they try to capture air. Sehun thrusts in roughly, hearing a small choked moan escape Luhan’s mouth. Sehun removes his hand, and Luhan sucks in oxygen.
Sehun pulls out, pumping his cock. Luhan curses and Sehun warns, “Behave.”
Sehun runs his thumb over the slit, pushing up into his fist and moaning Luhan’s name.
Luhan wants to scream. Wants to tell Sehun he’s a fucking tease. But he forces himself to stay quiet so he doesn’t get in trouble.
Sehun glances at him. Just lying there. Having to do what he’s told. He has so much power over him, he thinks it’s almost ridiculous.
Sehun comes onto Luhan’s hip, mixing with the drying blood. “Fuck.”
With a raspy voice, Luhan whispers, “Sehun-ah, please.”
Sehun runs his hand along his cheek lovingly, “Okay.” He leans down and sucks Luhan’s cock into his mouth. Luhan bucks up and Sehun presses his fingers into the cut on his thigh, keeping him still. He knows this won’t take long.
Sehun scrapes his nails down Luhan’s stomach, making him gasp and spill in his mouth.
Luhan grabs Sehun by the chin, urging him up. He brings their lips together, slipping his tongue over his lower lip.
Sehun can’t help but grin, as he grabs the first aid kit from the nightstand.
He makes Luhan turn around again, and puts antiseptic on his cuts, followed by bandages. He uses wet paper towels to wipe away the blood that has dried.
“Okay, on your back again.”
He carefully cleans his thigh, “Sorry I made it so deep.”
Luhan yawns and says, “It’s okay.”
When all of his wounds are taken care of, he carefully slips on some boxers and pajama pants. Luhan sits up to put on a shirt and lies back down. Sehun gives him a bottle of water for his throat and holds him against his chest.
Luhan brings up the blanket for more warmth, drinking his water.
Sehun briefly thinks that Luhan has his entire heart.
And that’s fine, because he has Luhan’s, too.
A/N: I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS.
WHO WANTS TO TELL ME WHAT THIS IS.
BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA. I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT.
Author: zeropercent
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Summary: Luhan is so alive, it’s intoxicating.
Warnings: Bdsm, asphyxiation, knife/blood play, orgasm denial
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Zedd. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
How does something like this start? Did Luhan wake up one morning and suddenly enjoy pain? Surely something must have triggered it. He has spent hours, days, researching what could have caused this. To this day, he doesn’t know. He really doesn’t care anymore.
But, he doesn’t just like any pain. No, it has to hurt so bad he wants to pass out. It has to keep him on the edge. Sometimes, it even has to bleed and leave scars.
Sehun coming into his life was quite possibly the best thing to ever happen to him. He knows how these things work. Sehun is kind and relentless.
Luhan looks at him with wide eyes. He waits. Waits for Sehun to say something. Anything. The carpet is scratchy against his knees, as usual, but he doesn’t care.
“Luhan.” He motions for Luhan to come closer, and he pulls the metal chain connected to his collar so he can stand. He curls his hand around the back of Luhan’s neck, “You want it to hurt?” Luhan nods, anticipation driving him insane. “You want to cry?” Another nod. “Come,” he tugs on the chain, bringing Luhan with him to the bedroom. “You’re going to do as I say, or it’ll hurt in ways you don’t want it to. Understand?” He doesn’t wait for Luhan to respond before he’s smiling, “Of course you do,” he grabs his chin, “you’re always so good for me.” He decides he’s not going to tie him today.
Luhan kicks his boxers off and Sehun pushes him onto the bed. He runs his hands over Luhan’s back, lightly tracing the scars there. Sehun reaches into his jeans, pulling out his knife. He reaches around and presses it to Luhan’s neck, “Behave.” Luhan shuts his eyes, and Sehun slowly slides it across his side. Blood instantly comes to the surface, dripping down onto the blanket. “I cleaned it for you.”
Luhan is so alive, it’s intoxicating.
He makes five shallow cuts in a row, right next to his spine. Luhan makes a low noise, his fingers curling into the sheets. He whispers, “Sehun-ah.”
“What?”
“Deeper.”
Sehun thinks about it for a moment. On the back of his thigh? Should he flip him over and do his hip? No. Sehun slices deep against his shoulder blade.
Luhan moans, his face buried in the pillow. Sehun tells him to get on his back, and Luhan complies, cringing at the way his open wounds make contact with the bed.
Sehun wraps his fingers around his cock, enjoying the way Luhan bites his lip and arches up. He tugs on the metal chain, pulling Luhan’s collar.
Luhan is flawless. He’s Sehun’s.
“It’s not enough, is it? It’s never enough, hm?” His hand comes up to his throat, fingers pressing in. Luhan’s hands wrap around his arm instinctively, but he doesn’t pull, just keeps them there. Sehun pushes down, until Luhan looks like he’s truly struggling and tears form in his eyes. He’s perfected this. He lets go and Luhan takes in a rush of air, color returning to his face.
Sehun sucks two fingers into his mouth before roughly shoving them in Luhan. It burns, it’s not nearly slick enough. But that’s how Luhan likes it.
Sehun uses his other hand to dig his nails into Luhan’s thigh. Luhan writhes and his cock twitches, leaking onto his belly.
Sehun spits into his palm, spreading it on his dick. He pushes in, heat spreading through his body.
A few tears escape Luhan’s eyes and he wipes them away, staring at Sehun expectantly. Sehun presses his knife to Luhan’s thigh, cutting deep.
He runs his fingers through the blood, smearing it over his pale skin. Luhan cries out from the pain, from the feeling of someone touching his split flesh.
Sehun starts to move, a normal pace, rocking in and out of him. Luhan looks at the crimson dripping down his thigh, pooling at his hip. He throws his head back, feeling Sehun stroke his cock.
“Is it good?”
Luhan nods. The mix of pain and pleasure is what he loves. What he craves.
“Sehun, I’m-”
Sehun lets go, and Luhan groans in frustration. Sehun slips his hand up his chest to his neck, rubbing the leather of his collar. He smiles down at him, squeezing. Luhan arches his back, lips parted as they try to capture air. Sehun thrusts in roughly, hearing a small choked moan escape Luhan’s mouth. Sehun removes his hand, and Luhan sucks in oxygen.
Sehun pulls out, pumping his cock. Luhan curses and Sehun warns, “Behave.”
Sehun runs his thumb over the slit, pushing up into his fist and moaning Luhan’s name.
Luhan wants to scream. Wants to tell Sehun he’s a fucking tease. But he forces himself to stay quiet so he doesn’t get in trouble.
Sehun glances at him. Just lying there. Having to do what he’s told. He has so much power over him, he thinks it’s almost ridiculous.
Sehun comes onto Luhan’s hip, mixing with the drying blood. “Fuck.”
With a raspy voice, Luhan whispers, “Sehun-ah, please.”
Sehun runs his hand along his cheek lovingly, “Okay.” He leans down and sucks Luhan’s cock into his mouth. Luhan bucks up and Sehun presses his fingers into the cut on his thigh, keeping him still. He knows this won’t take long.
Sehun scrapes his nails down Luhan’s stomach, making him gasp and spill in his mouth.
Luhan grabs Sehun by the chin, urging him up. He brings their lips together, slipping his tongue over his lower lip.
Sehun can’t help but grin, as he grabs the first aid kit from the nightstand.
He makes Luhan turn around again, and puts antiseptic on his cuts, followed by bandages. He uses wet paper towels to wipe away the blood that has dried.
“Okay, on your back again.”
He carefully cleans his thigh, “Sorry I made it so deep.”
Luhan yawns and says, “It’s okay.”
When all of his wounds are taken care of, he carefully slips on some boxers and pajama pants. Luhan sits up to put on a shirt and lies back down. Sehun gives him a bottle of water for his throat and holds him against his chest.
Luhan brings up the blanket for more warmth, drinking his water.
Sehun briefly thinks that Luhan has his entire heart.
And that’s fine, because he has Luhan’s, too.
A/N: I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS.
WHO WANTS TO TELL ME WHAT THIS IS.
BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA. I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT.