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pairing: minseok/luhan, kid(girl)!sehun
rating: nc17
summary: it's been a long time.
warnings:bithday sex, self beta'd
a/n: this is just sappy sappiness because domestic xiuhan. happy birthday to mi cielo(i'm late i know)
title from carla morrison's "compartir"
(here's the english translation)
Minseok makes Seri brush her teeth quickly.
“Can I dress myself?” The little girl asks, toothbrush still in her mouth.
“Yes, but brush your teeth first darling.”
Minseok ushers his daughter back into the bathroom, she diligently brushes away at her teeth. Her bangs fall into her eyes, and Minseok makes a mental note to trim them tomorrow.
She’s growing up too fast.
Minseok hears the doorbell ring, “I’m coming,” he says already opening the door.
There stands Luhan. He smiles brightly, a light denim jacket covers what seems to be a green button up, black jeans. His hair is pushed up, but from constant fiddling, not styling. The stud in his ear lobe grabs Minseok’s attention for a millisecond.
“Lulu!” Seri comes running out of the bathroom, a blur as she jumps into Luhan’s arms.
“Hi Seri,” Luhan smiles. He looks at her fondly, but he never seems to know how to act around the little girl.
“I don’t have much experience with children,” Luhan had confessed once, a shy smile, “But I think they’re the best.”
Seri seems to like him too, and that’s what matters to Minseok most.
“You’re not ready?” Luhan asks, finally making eye contact with Minseok.
“No,” Minseok huffs, “I haven’t had time to do laundry, and my jeans are in the dryer. I’m sure it won’t be too long.”
Minseok pulls Luhan inside, who’s now holding Seri in his arms. She has her arms around his neck, clinging to him with a delighted smile. Luhan brushes her bangs out of her face, playfully tugging on one of her braids.
“Seri?”
“Yes papa?” She glances at Minseok, going back to staring at Luhan.
“Go finish getting ready, okay?” She pouts when Luhan puts her back down. She still listens, heading into her room to get changed like she’s supposed to.
Minseok leans against the entranceway of the living room and kitchen, “She really likes you.”
“Yeah?” Luhan laughs, “do you think she likes me more than you?”
“Hm,” Minseok pretends to contemplate the question, “Nah. But I think you’re still a long way to go until she worships you the same way she does her teacher.”
“Really?”
“Mhm,” Minseok laughs, “her teacher, Joonmyun or Mr.Kim. She adores him. You have no idea.”
“Joonmyun? Is he dating anyone by the way?” Luhan’s questions catches Minseok off guard.
“Why?” Minseok decides to tease, “You wanna compete for him against Seri?”
Luhan laughs loudly, an open high energy sound that Minseok adores.
“Sorry,” His tone mock serious, “I already have to compete with her for your attention.” Luhan winks, “But no, my roommate mentioned he was going on a date with someone, and the name sounds really familiar.”
“I see,” Minseok nods, “well, let me go check on my jeans.”
“Need any help?” Luhan asks cheekily.
Minseok swats him on the arm before heading to the laundry room.
“Can we please,” Seri drags out her words, “can we please please please buy this papa?”
They’ve stopped near the kids’ furnishings, and Minseok thinks dimly it might’ve been a mistake. There are piles of fuzzy bean bag chairs. Cute, but they’re disasters waiting to happen really, if you spill something on them, that’s it. And knowing Seri....
“Come on Seri, we need to find your poor daddy a new bed. He needs somewhere to rest when he gets home from work,” Luhan gently takes her hand, glancing away as he says this.
Seri’s mouth droops into a pout before nodding.
“Thank you Seri,” Minseok takes her other hand, “We’ll come back next time when we fix up your room, okay?”
Seri perks right back up, chattering about everything they see.
Minseok picks out a simple king sized bed and gray comforter set to go along with it. He likes the simplicity, and he imagines how nice it’ll look in his room.
Seri is busy singing to a few small potted plants in the check out line, completely enraptured in her own little world.
“I can help you set it up when we get home, before dinner,” Luhan comes up beside him.
“Thank you,” Minseok tilts his face up slightly, “I’d really appreciate that.”
Luhan leans in, breath hot as he whispers, “I can help you break it in too,” he pulls back slightly, “If you want.”
Minseok flushes, sweating slightly as he turns towards the cashier when it’s their turn to pay.
“Yes,” Minseok’s voice is slightly strained, “sure.”
“Yes to what papa?” Seri comes up to them then, grabbing hold of Luhan.
“Lulu said he was going to buy us dinner,” Minseok lies smoothly, also managing to get Luhan into buying them dinner.
Not that he had to anyway.
“That’s right,” Luhan says joining their conversation, “We’re also going to have a movie night.”
That, Minseok didn’t plan, but he smiles anyway.
“Let’s watch Frozen!” Seri bounds off towards their car.
Minseok and Luhan groan in unison, because this will be the hundredth time they’ve watched it.
Minseok finally gets Seri to sleep, the five year old having passed out halfway through the movie she'd agonized over.
"I guess she was tired,” Luhan says from the doorway
"Yeah," Minseok looks at his sleeping daughter, her small form curled into herself.
He tiptoes out of the room. The living room is a mess of blankets and popcorn kernels. On the tv screen the credits are rolling through.
"I had--" Luhan stumbles over his words, it makes Minseok smile.
"You had?" Minseok prompts him.
"I had a lot of fun today."
Minseok squints at Luhan, there's a blush on his cheeks, completely devoid of the overbearing confidence he sometimes exudes.
It was Luhan who had talked to him first.
Minseok feels like he's too old for romance. Is twenty nine really that old?
Or is it the gray that crops up when work gets to be too much and he has to stop and think about his daughter's future?
His little girl. His reason for waking up every morning and chugging through the day.Minseok had bought this house just this year. It’s an investment, a new beginning.
Hyojin had moved on, and so would he.
Time to start over.
Their path together had diverged. Minseok found it now coming to another twist, and he glimpsed Luhan here.
And with Luhan, everything is much slower. Everything has been taking time. Minseok needed that, and Luhan has been nothing but patience.
He’s much needier and decadent in his feelings unlike Minseok. A complete opposite, but there’s something about the gentle way he smiles. There’s that way Luhan’s eyes seem to be so full of light, not just with him, but with Seri too.
Luhan helps him clean up the living room, washing the dishes, and he even checks to see if all of the doors are locked. This isn’t his first time sleeping over, but he’s always slept on the couch. They’ve usually stopped at minty good night kisses, Minseok backing away when it got too heated. Luhan’s sleepy good night smile following him to bed.
Minseok’s heart races when they’re both brushing their teeth. He’s sitting on the counter kicking his legs. Luhan laughs when he makes eye contact with him.
They shuffle into the master bedroom, Minseok leaving his reading light on when Luhan climbs into bed with him.
“I feel really awkward,” Minseok whispers.
“Me too,” Luhan laughs quietly, “I feel like this is my first time doing this, ever.”
Minseok stays silent, his entire body is tense. He doesn’t know why, but he can’t get himself to relax.
“I haven’t--“ Minseok blushes, “I haven’t had sex with anyone in a really long time.”
“Yeah?” Luhan turns his head, “I haven’t since I met you.”
Minseok looks away, he’d gone on dates with a couple of men and women since his divorce, but most relationships had ended quickly. Minseok wasn’t interested in casual sex, or sex in general. He rarely ever developed those feelings, but there had been one exception. Still, his relationship with Taekwoon had ended when they weren’t communicating anymore. Another time, a different lifetime, maybe they’d be together. But Luhan is here.
Ever present, an enormous existence.
Minseok turns to face Luhan, “I really like this,” he tugs at the pierced earlobe, “it’s kind of hot.”
“You think so?” Luhan smiles, “I really--“
Minseok cuts him off when he leans in, biting at his ear, tonguing briefly at the sensitive skin right below it on his neck.
“No fair--“Luhan breaks off, “that was sneaky.”
Minseok giggles, a lazy sort of adrenaline coursing through him.
“Let me take care of you,” Luhan says sitting up, “you’re always so busy, you need to be taken care of too--“
Minseok stops suddenly, “Oh.”
“Are you okay?” Luhan’s eyebrows scrunch together.
“Guess what tomorrow is,” Minseok laughs suddenly, “my birthday.”
“You finally remembered,” Luhan seems relieved, “Seri reminded me.”
“She did?”
“Of course,” Luhan dips his head, taking Minseok’s chin gently in his hand, kissing him hard, “she has a surprise for you, but this is my early gift to you.”
Luhan’s weight is on him, straddling his waist. He peppers Minseok’s face with kisses, hands kneading into his shoulders. Minseok presses into the fleeting touches, sliding his lips against Luhan’s. He reaches up, trailing behind Luhan’s teasing mouth.
“No fair,” Minseok whispers, “I thought this was my birthday gift.”
Luhan chuckles, deftly flipping them over, Minseok’s weight now halfway on top of him. He threads his fingers carefully into Minseok’s hair.
“Pull a little harder,” Minseoks breathes, liking the gentle tug against his scalp. He slips his tongue inside the other’s mouth, running over the crowns of his teeth.
“Do you have any condoms and lube?” Luhan asks when they pull away. Minseok is panting harder than he’d expected, head still spinning.
“Yeah, in the bathroom, hold on.”
Minseok quietly returns with the things, placing them on the second pillow, “I’m really nervous,” he half giggles.
“It’s okay baby,” Luhan runs his thumb over the inside of Minseok’s wrist. His face outlined by the dim light, dark hair framing delicate features.
He invokes in Minseok cheesy terms of affections.
“You’re an angel,” Minseok half mumbles. He’s lived three decades of his life, but Minseok still can’t vocalize. His declarations are muted against Luhan’s skin when he presses in again, feeling the fluttering of dark lashes. He loves the topography of Luhan’s concrete existence under his fingers, the swelling of his chest and soft pants that fall from his mouth.
“Do this,” Luhan motions for Minseok to straddle him again, “Higher Min,go higher .”
Minseok is basically sitting on Luhan’s chest, thighs bracketing his head, and he becomes acutely aware of just how hard he is, there’s need need need.
It’s only been ten minutes.
“Just wanna take you deep,” He murmurs stroking the underside of Minseok’s dick with his pointer finger.
He shivers, “Lu.”
“It’s cute when you’re impatient,” he croons, “really, really cute.” Luhan blows on the tip, suckling before swallowing him whole, throat constricting around the width.
Minseok bites his fist gasping, “Fuck.”
Luhan smirks up at him, pulling him closer by digging his fingers into Minseok’s ass. He’s giving up on the teasing, and Minseok is light headed--completely and utterly unfair
He keens quietly, letting Luhan pull him down.
“I want to hear you--“ He says briefly, slipping Minseok out of his mouth.
“I can’t--“ Minseok’s spine is completely curled, his nose ghosting over the top of Luhan’s head.
“Next time then,” Luhan is fisting his slowly, swirling his thumb on the precome, “next time I want the neighbors to hear you,” he promises firmly.
“Confident, huh?” Minseok’s voice is strained, “You sure it won’t be the other way around?” He’s teasing, face aflame, dirty talk is foreign to him. But it doesn’t dissuade the boiling of his blood or the tension in his body--
“Fuck--“ Minseok turns boneless under the other’s touch.
“You’re gorgeous,” Luhan pants, hips bucking up against nothing, “you’re ethereal.”
“Come on,” Minseok slides down, vaguely missing the contact, relishing instead in the way Luhan’s body feels against his, “just shut up,” he’s embarrassed.
Luhan pouts, “You like it,” he curls his hand around Minseok’s nape, “make love to me, Minseok.”
Luhan’s tongue curls around his name; it slides out of his mouth with a heaviness that has Minseok physically wanting more more more.
Minseok thinks how unfair it is that Luhan can so easily say these kinds of things. He so easily wriggles his way under his skin, into his heart.
“I love you,” Minseok whispers, nosing along Luhan’s jawline. It’s the second time he’s ever said it, a declaration, not a confession this time.
“I love you too,” Luhan sighs happily, pecking his lips over and over, “But--“
“But what?” Minseok cocks an eyebrow, the innocent look on Luhan’s face is much more telling.
“Fuck me,” his voice husky and eyes dark, Luhan’s hands spread out flat against Minseok’s sternum, “Please.”
“Why do I have to do all of the work,” Minseok whines, playfully tickling his fingers along Luhan’s waist, who’s still in sweatpants and his soft cotton tshirt. Minseok on the other hand lost his boxers at some point, and his own shirt is a bunched up mess. He wiggles a little between Luhan’s legs; he smiles triumphantly when Luhan lets out a groan in response.
“I’m actually ready to go, now be a big boy and roll that condom on.”
“Your manners appall me,” But Minseok’s jaw goes slightly slack when he thinks about Luhan’s pretty hands catching at his rim, easing himself open.
For Minseok.
Luhan rolls his eyes, “Please.” Except he makes the word come out breathy and much heavier so that it drips molten heat down Minseok’s spine.
He tears open the packaging of the condom, pinching the tip before rolling it on. His erection bobs, much too hard; he’s so so nervous. It’s been a long time that he’s done this. It’s been even longer since he felt like this. Luhan looks at him, his eyes edging with a softness around the perimeter, and it makes Minseok want to bury himself in the ground somewhere behind his house.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Minseok’s cheeks are on fire, butterflies stirring wildly in his stomach. They threaten to burst from underneath his skin; they poke at the seams of his composure. Or what’s left of it really.
“You make me want to never leave your side you know.”
And this is Luhan’s confession, probably a hint at a proposal. He feels a tightness in his chest.
Everything goes slightly foggy, because Minseok--Minseok can see it too. A future.
He pulls Luhan towards him, sliding into him easily.
“Ah,” Minseok sighs into the tight heat, massaging Luhan’s thighs where they wrap around his waist. He sets the pace, slowly testing the waters.
“Let me know what you like,” Minseok whispers with a snap of hips, “let me know if--”
“Shh,” Luhan reaches up to kiss the corner of his mouth, “I’m fine, I actually--” He grinds down, simultaneously ravaging Minseok’s mouth in one go. He does this devastating thing where he licks his way inside, sucking the other’s tongue, dragging his lip down. He bites hard enough for it to feel good, so good.
Minseok takes one of Luhan’s hands into his own, pinning it above his head, and the other one is led to lace into his hair. Luhan takes the hint, pulling roughly at the strands.
Minseok groans, fucking into him faster, but he keeps himself close to Luhan, who’s whimpering in an impossibly wrecked way.
“Sorry,” Minseok says, taking notice of Luhan’s own erection, grasping it fully.
“It’s fine--” Luhan pants, “I think--I--”
Minseok angles his hips up, and Luhan’s entire body jerks. He begins to babble, urging Minseok to hit it again, right there.
“Harder Minseok, fuck, please.”
Minseok suddenly feels like he can’t breathe, overwhelmed by Luhan’s presence, by the vulnerability in the way he clenches Minseok’s hand. He leans down to kiss Luhan, but he misses. Instead, he settles on sucking on his adam’s apple, lips trailing along the column of his neck.
Minseok can tell that the seams of his existence are really starting to tear now. There’s a flooding of colors and sounds behind his eyelids when he squeezes them shut. And it’s almost embarrassing when wetness pools at the corner of his eyes and down his cheeks.
Luhan wordlessly takes Minseok’s face into both of his hands, fingers gentle, careful.
Minseok’s pace begins to stutter, but he pulls Luhan up, in an almost sitting position. He feels Luhan’s thundering pulse, jagged breathing.
“Minseok,” Luhan pants, “come.” And he fucks down hard, muffling with one hand any noise he may make.
“I love you,” Minseok says into his neck, “I love you so so much, I just--”
Everything bursts, and it’s a quiet explosion when Minseok comes with a dizzying relief. An overwhelming exhaustion leaving him rumpled against Luhan.
“Let me--” He reaches out for Luhan, but he’s pushed down onto the bed instead. Luhan is gentle in lying down beside him.
“It’s okay,” He turns Minseok’s head towards him, lacing their fingers together. His kisses are languid, a soft brushing of lips and kittenish licks.
Luhan takes his cock into his hand and slowly pumps; Minseok reaches his free hand over and lazily circles the head, dipping into the slit.
Luhan presses a kiss square on Minseok’s mouth when he comes. Minseok smiles when Luhan nuzzles into his neck, and he bites Minseok’s shoulder lightly before slipping out of bed.
“Come back,” Minseok whines weakly.
“No way am I sleeping like this,” Luhan grimaces, the dim lighting allowing the display of emotions on his face. Minseok’s head feels fuzzy, but he falls asleep in the midst of Luhan cleaning him up.
Minseok wakes up to an empty bed, but he hears laughter coming from the kitchen. When he’s finally fully awake, he smells coffee and burnt pancakes.
He lets a smile curl onto his face when he slowly tiptoes into the kitchen. Luhan and Seri are standing next to one another. His daughter is standing on a stool, helping Luhan wash the dishes.
“Good morning.”
“Papa!” Seri screeches in excitement, her voice jarring when he’s just woken up. The little girl bounces into his arms, curling herself against him. She’s pretty strong for her age.
“Happy birthday papa!” She peppers his face with sticky kisses, probably from the pancake syrup.
“Thank you my little angel, was breakfast your idea?” He takes in the messy kitchen, kind of cleaned up now, and the stack of pancakes on the table.
“Yep! Lulu helped me,” but she leans in close to whisper, “he’s not very good.”
“Hey now,” Luhan pretends to be offended, “my culinary skills are--”
Seri dissolves into giggles in Minseok’s arms when Luhan tickles her sides in vengeance.
“Thank you,” Minseok laughs, Seri now calm again. She pulls in Luhan closer so that they’re in a sort of group hug, Seri nestled between them.
Luhan looks shyly away, almost uncomfortable. But really he still isn’t used to this.
Minseok beams when Luhan relaxes into them.
He’s surrounded by the two most important people in his life.
“Happy birthday Min,” Luhan finally says with a small smile, he presses a kiss into Minseok’s forehead, placing one on Seri’s cheek too when she demands one.
They sit down for breakfast, and really, Minseok couldn’t be happier.
a/n: im so busy omg that i missed min's birthday ;;;;;
pls comment!!! im a sappy bot tbh
this is part of an au in my head where minseok is a single dad and luhan is the cute guy in his neighborhood that he starts dating. suchen appear in this au too with jongdae, lu's roommate and kindergarten teacher joonmyun
rating: nc17
summary: it's been a long time.
warnings:bithday sex, self beta'd
a/n: this is just sappy sappiness because domestic xiuhan. happy birthday to mi cielo(i'm late i know)
title from carla morrison's "compartir"
(here's the english translation)
Minseok makes Seri brush her teeth quickly.
“Can I dress myself?” The little girl asks, toothbrush still in her mouth.
“Yes, but brush your teeth first darling.”
Minseok ushers his daughter back into the bathroom, she diligently brushes away at her teeth. Her bangs fall into her eyes, and Minseok makes a mental note to trim them tomorrow.
She’s growing up too fast.
Minseok hears the doorbell ring, “I’m coming,” he says already opening the door.
There stands Luhan. He smiles brightly, a light denim jacket covers what seems to be a green button up, black jeans. His hair is pushed up, but from constant fiddling, not styling. The stud in his ear lobe grabs Minseok’s attention for a millisecond.
“Lulu!” Seri comes running out of the bathroom, a blur as she jumps into Luhan’s arms.
“Hi Seri,” Luhan smiles. He looks at her fondly, but he never seems to know how to act around the little girl.
“I don’t have much experience with children,” Luhan had confessed once, a shy smile, “But I think they’re the best.”
Seri seems to like him too, and that’s what matters to Minseok most.
“You’re not ready?” Luhan asks, finally making eye contact with Minseok.
“No,” Minseok huffs, “I haven’t had time to do laundry, and my jeans are in the dryer. I’m sure it won’t be too long.”
Minseok pulls Luhan inside, who’s now holding Seri in his arms. She has her arms around his neck, clinging to him with a delighted smile. Luhan brushes her bangs out of her face, playfully tugging on one of her braids.
“Seri?”
“Yes papa?” She glances at Minseok, going back to staring at Luhan.
“Go finish getting ready, okay?” She pouts when Luhan puts her back down. She still listens, heading into her room to get changed like she’s supposed to.
Minseok leans against the entranceway of the living room and kitchen, “She really likes you.”
“Yeah?” Luhan laughs, “do you think she likes me more than you?”
“Hm,” Minseok pretends to contemplate the question, “Nah. But I think you’re still a long way to go until she worships you the same way she does her teacher.”
“Really?”
“Mhm,” Minseok laughs, “her teacher, Joonmyun or Mr.Kim. She adores him. You have no idea.”
“Joonmyun? Is he dating anyone by the way?” Luhan’s questions catches Minseok off guard.
“Why?” Minseok decides to tease, “You wanna compete for him against Seri?”
Luhan laughs loudly, an open high energy sound that Minseok adores.
“Sorry,” His tone mock serious, “I already have to compete with her for your attention.” Luhan winks, “But no, my roommate mentioned he was going on a date with someone, and the name sounds really familiar.”
“I see,” Minseok nods, “well, let me go check on my jeans.”
“Need any help?” Luhan asks cheekily.
Minseok swats him on the arm before heading to the laundry room.
“Can we please,” Seri drags out her words, “can we please please please buy this papa?”
They’ve stopped near the kids’ furnishings, and Minseok thinks dimly it might’ve been a mistake. There are piles of fuzzy bean bag chairs. Cute, but they’re disasters waiting to happen really, if you spill something on them, that’s it. And knowing Seri....
“Come on Seri, we need to find your poor daddy a new bed. He needs somewhere to rest when he gets home from work,” Luhan gently takes her hand, glancing away as he says this.
Seri’s mouth droops into a pout before nodding.
“Thank you Seri,” Minseok takes her other hand, “We’ll come back next time when we fix up your room, okay?”
Seri perks right back up, chattering about everything they see.
Minseok picks out a simple king sized bed and gray comforter set to go along with it. He likes the simplicity, and he imagines how nice it’ll look in his room.
Seri is busy singing to a few small potted plants in the check out line, completely enraptured in her own little world.
“I can help you set it up when we get home, before dinner,” Luhan comes up beside him.
“Thank you,” Minseok tilts his face up slightly, “I’d really appreciate that.”
Luhan leans in, breath hot as he whispers, “I can help you break it in too,” he pulls back slightly, “If you want.”
Minseok flushes, sweating slightly as he turns towards the cashier when it’s their turn to pay.
“Yes,” Minseok’s voice is slightly strained, “sure.”
“Yes to what papa?” Seri comes up to them then, grabbing hold of Luhan.
“Lulu said he was going to buy us dinner,” Minseok lies smoothly, also managing to get Luhan into buying them dinner.
Not that he had to anyway.
“That’s right,” Luhan says joining their conversation, “We’re also going to have a movie night.”
That, Minseok didn’t plan, but he smiles anyway.
“Let’s watch Frozen!” Seri bounds off towards their car.
Minseok and Luhan groan in unison, because this will be the hundredth time they’ve watched it.
Minseok finally gets Seri to sleep, the five year old having passed out halfway through the movie she'd agonized over.
"I guess she was tired,” Luhan says from the doorway
"Yeah," Minseok looks at his sleeping daughter, her small form curled into herself.
He tiptoes out of the room. The living room is a mess of blankets and popcorn kernels. On the tv screen the credits are rolling through.
"I had--" Luhan stumbles over his words, it makes Minseok smile.
"You had?" Minseok prompts him.
"I had a lot of fun today."
Minseok squints at Luhan, there's a blush on his cheeks, completely devoid of the overbearing confidence he sometimes exudes.
It was Luhan who had talked to him first.
Minseok feels like he's too old for romance. Is twenty nine really that old?
Or is it the gray that crops up when work gets to be too much and he has to stop and think about his daughter's future?
His little girl. His reason for waking up every morning and chugging through the day.Minseok had bought this house just this year. It’s an investment, a new beginning.
Hyojin had moved on, and so would he.
Time to start over.
Their path together had diverged. Minseok found it now coming to another twist, and he glimpsed Luhan here.
And with Luhan, everything is much slower. Everything has been taking time. Minseok needed that, and Luhan has been nothing but patience.
He’s much needier and decadent in his feelings unlike Minseok. A complete opposite, but there’s something about the gentle way he smiles. There’s that way Luhan’s eyes seem to be so full of light, not just with him, but with Seri too.
Luhan helps him clean up the living room, washing the dishes, and he even checks to see if all of the doors are locked. This isn’t his first time sleeping over, but he’s always slept on the couch. They’ve usually stopped at minty good night kisses, Minseok backing away when it got too heated. Luhan’s sleepy good night smile following him to bed.
Minseok’s heart races when they’re both brushing their teeth. He’s sitting on the counter kicking his legs. Luhan laughs when he makes eye contact with him.
They shuffle into the master bedroom, Minseok leaving his reading light on when Luhan climbs into bed with him.
“I feel really awkward,” Minseok whispers.
“Me too,” Luhan laughs quietly, “I feel like this is my first time doing this, ever.”
Minseok stays silent, his entire body is tense. He doesn’t know why, but he can’t get himself to relax.
“I haven’t--“ Minseok blushes, “I haven’t had sex with anyone in a really long time.”
“Yeah?” Luhan turns his head, “I haven’t since I met you.”
Minseok looks away, he’d gone on dates with a couple of men and women since his divorce, but most relationships had ended quickly. Minseok wasn’t interested in casual sex, or sex in general. He rarely ever developed those feelings, but there had been one exception. Still, his relationship with Taekwoon had ended when they weren’t communicating anymore. Another time, a different lifetime, maybe they’d be together. But Luhan is here.
Ever present, an enormous existence.
Minseok turns to face Luhan, “I really like this,” he tugs at the pierced earlobe, “it’s kind of hot.”
“You think so?” Luhan smiles, “I really--“
Minseok cuts him off when he leans in, biting at his ear, tonguing briefly at the sensitive skin right below it on his neck.
“No fair--“Luhan breaks off, “that was sneaky.”
Minseok giggles, a lazy sort of adrenaline coursing through him.
“Let me take care of you,” Luhan says sitting up, “you’re always so busy, you need to be taken care of too--“
Minseok stops suddenly, “Oh.”
“Are you okay?” Luhan’s eyebrows scrunch together.
“Guess what tomorrow is,” Minseok laughs suddenly, “my birthday.”
“You finally remembered,” Luhan seems relieved, “Seri reminded me.”
“She did?”
“Of course,” Luhan dips his head, taking Minseok’s chin gently in his hand, kissing him hard, “she has a surprise for you, but this is my early gift to you.”
Luhan’s weight is on him, straddling his waist. He peppers Minseok’s face with kisses, hands kneading into his shoulders. Minseok presses into the fleeting touches, sliding his lips against Luhan’s. He reaches up, trailing behind Luhan’s teasing mouth.
“No fair,” Minseok whispers, “I thought this was my birthday gift.”
Luhan chuckles, deftly flipping them over, Minseok’s weight now halfway on top of him. He threads his fingers carefully into Minseok’s hair.
“Pull a little harder,” Minseoks breathes, liking the gentle tug against his scalp. He slips his tongue inside the other’s mouth, running over the crowns of his teeth.
“Do you have any condoms and lube?” Luhan asks when they pull away. Minseok is panting harder than he’d expected, head still spinning.
“Yeah, in the bathroom, hold on.”
Minseok quietly returns with the things, placing them on the second pillow, “I’m really nervous,” he half giggles.
“It’s okay baby,” Luhan runs his thumb over the inside of Minseok’s wrist. His face outlined by the dim light, dark hair framing delicate features.
He invokes in Minseok cheesy terms of affections.
“You’re an angel,” Minseok half mumbles. He’s lived three decades of his life, but Minseok still can’t vocalize. His declarations are muted against Luhan’s skin when he presses in again, feeling the fluttering of dark lashes. He loves the topography of Luhan’s concrete existence under his fingers, the swelling of his chest and soft pants that fall from his mouth.
“Do this,” Luhan motions for Minseok to straddle him again, “Higher Min,go higher .”
Minseok is basically sitting on Luhan’s chest, thighs bracketing his head, and he becomes acutely aware of just how hard he is, there’s need need need.
It’s only been ten minutes.
“Just wanna take you deep,” He murmurs stroking the underside of Minseok’s dick with his pointer finger.
He shivers, “Lu.”
“It’s cute when you’re impatient,” he croons, “really, really cute.” Luhan blows on the tip, suckling before swallowing him whole, throat constricting around the width.
Minseok bites his fist gasping, “Fuck.”
Luhan smirks up at him, pulling him closer by digging his fingers into Minseok’s ass. He’s giving up on the teasing, and Minseok is light headed--completely and utterly unfair
He keens quietly, letting Luhan pull him down.
“I want to hear you--“ He says briefly, slipping Minseok out of his mouth.
“I can’t--“ Minseok’s spine is completely curled, his nose ghosting over the top of Luhan’s head.
“Next time then,” Luhan is fisting his slowly, swirling his thumb on the precome, “next time I want the neighbors to hear you,” he promises firmly.
“Confident, huh?” Minseok’s voice is strained, “You sure it won’t be the other way around?” He’s teasing, face aflame, dirty talk is foreign to him. But it doesn’t dissuade the boiling of his blood or the tension in his body--
“Fuck--“ Minseok turns boneless under the other’s touch.
“You’re gorgeous,” Luhan pants, hips bucking up against nothing, “you’re ethereal.”
“Come on,” Minseok slides down, vaguely missing the contact, relishing instead in the way Luhan’s body feels against his, “just shut up,” he’s embarrassed.
Luhan pouts, “You like it,” he curls his hand around Minseok’s nape, “make love to me, Minseok.”
Luhan’s tongue curls around his name; it slides out of his mouth with a heaviness that has Minseok physically wanting more more more.
Minseok thinks how unfair it is that Luhan can so easily say these kinds of things. He so easily wriggles his way under his skin, into his heart.
“I love you,” Minseok whispers, nosing along Luhan’s jawline. It’s the second time he’s ever said it, a declaration, not a confession this time.
“I love you too,” Luhan sighs happily, pecking his lips over and over, “But--“
“But what?” Minseok cocks an eyebrow, the innocent look on Luhan’s face is much more telling.
“Fuck me,” his voice husky and eyes dark, Luhan’s hands spread out flat against Minseok’s sternum, “Please.”
“Why do I have to do all of the work,” Minseok whines, playfully tickling his fingers along Luhan’s waist, who’s still in sweatpants and his soft cotton tshirt. Minseok on the other hand lost his boxers at some point, and his own shirt is a bunched up mess. He wiggles a little between Luhan’s legs; he smiles triumphantly when Luhan lets out a groan in response.
“I’m actually ready to go, now be a big boy and roll that condom on.”
“Your manners appall me,” But Minseok’s jaw goes slightly slack when he thinks about Luhan’s pretty hands catching at his rim, easing himself open.
For Minseok.
Luhan rolls his eyes, “Please.” Except he makes the word come out breathy and much heavier so that it drips molten heat down Minseok’s spine.
He tears open the packaging of the condom, pinching the tip before rolling it on. His erection bobs, much too hard; he’s so so nervous. It’s been a long time that he’s done this. It’s been even longer since he felt like this. Luhan looks at him, his eyes edging with a softness around the perimeter, and it makes Minseok want to bury himself in the ground somewhere behind his house.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Minseok’s cheeks are on fire, butterflies stirring wildly in his stomach. They threaten to burst from underneath his skin; they poke at the seams of his composure. Or what’s left of it really.
“You make me want to never leave your side you know.”
And this is Luhan’s confession, probably a hint at a proposal. He feels a tightness in his chest.
Everything goes slightly foggy, because Minseok--Minseok can see it too. A future.
He pulls Luhan towards him, sliding into him easily.
“Ah,” Minseok sighs into the tight heat, massaging Luhan’s thighs where they wrap around his waist. He sets the pace, slowly testing the waters.
“Let me know what you like,” Minseok whispers with a snap of hips, “let me know if--”
“Shh,” Luhan reaches up to kiss the corner of his mouth, “I’m fine, I actually--” He grinds down, simultaneously ravaging Minseok’s mouth in one go. He does this devastating thing where he licks his way inside, sucking the other’s tongue, dragging his lip down. He bites hard enough for it to feel good, so good.
Minseok takes one of Luhan’s hands into his own, pinning it above his head, and the other one is led to lace into his hair. Luhan takes the hint, pulling roughly at the strands.
Minseok groans, fucking into him faster, but he keeps himself close to Luhan, who’s whimpering in an impossibly wrecked way.
“Sorry,” Minseok says, taking notice of Luhan’s own erection, grasping it fully.
“It’s fine--” Luhan pants, “I think--I--”
Minseok angles his hips up, and Luhan’s entire body jerks. He begins to babble, urging Minseok to hit it again, right there.
“Harder Minseok, fuck, please.”
Minseok suddenly feels like he can’t breathe, overwhelmed by Luhan’s presence, by the vulnerability in the way he clenches Minseok’s hand. He leans down to kiss Luhan, but he misses. Instead, he settles on sucking on his adam’s apple, lips trailing along the column of his neck.
Minseok can tell that the seams of his existence are really starting to tear now. There’s a flooding of colors and sounds behind his eyelids when he squeezes them shut. And it’s almost embarrassing when wetness pools at the corner of his eyes and down his cheeks.
Luhan wordlessly takes Minseok’s face into both of his hands, fingers gentle, careful.
Minseok’s pace begins to stutter, but he pulls Luhan up, in an almost sitting position. He feels Luhan’s thundering pulse, jagged breathing.
“Minseok,” Luhan pants, “come.” And he fucks down hard, muffling with one hand any noise he may make.
“I love you,” Minseok says into his neck, “I love you so so much, I just--”
Everything bursts, and it’s a quiet explosion when Minseok comes with a dizzying relief. An overwhelming exhaustion leaving him rumpled against Luhan.
“Let me--” He reaches out for Luhan, but he’s pushed down onto the bed instead. Luhan is gentle in lying down beside him.
“It’s okay,” He turns Minseok’s head towards him, lacing their fingers together. His kisses are languid, a soft brushing of lips and kittenish licks.
Luhan takes his cock into his hand and slowly pumps; Minseok reaches his free hand over and lazily circles the head, dipping into the slit.
Luhan presses a kiss square on Minseok’s mouth when he comes. Minseok smiles when Luhan nuzzles into his neck, and he bites Minseok’s shoulder lightly before slipping out of bed.
“Come back,” Minseok whines weakly.
“No way am I sleeping like this,” Luhan grimaces, the dim lighting allowing the display of emotions on his face. Minseok’s head feels fuzzy, but he falls asleep in the midst of Luhan cleaning him up.
Minseok wakes up to an empty bed, but he hears laughter coming from the kitchen. When he’s finally fully awake, he smells coffee and burnt pancakes.
He lets a smile curl onto his face when he slowly tiptoes into the kitchen. Luhan and Seri are standing next to one another. His daughter is standing on a stool, helping Luhan wash the dishes.
“Good morning.”
“Papa!” Seri screeches in excitement, her voice jarring when he’s just woken up. The little girl bounces into his arms, curling herself against him. She’s pretty strong for her age.
“Happy birthday papa!” She peppers his face with sticky kisses, probably from the pancake syrup.
“Thank you my little angel, was breakfast your idea?” He takes in the messy kitchen, kind of cleaned up now, and the stack of pancakes on the table.
“Yep! Lulu helped me,” but she leans in close to whisper, “he’s not very good.”
“Hey now,” Luhan pretends to be offended, “my culinary skills are--”
Seri dissolves into giggles in Minseok’s arms when Luhan tickles her sides in vengeance.
“Thank you,” Minseok laughs, Seri now calm again. She pulls in Luhan closer so that they’re in a sort of group hug, Seri nestled between them.
Luhan looks shyly away, almost uncomfortable. But really he still isn’t used to this.
Minseok beams when Luhan relaxes into them.
He’s surrounded by the two most important people in his life.
“Happy birthday Min,” Luhan finally says with a small smile, he presses a kiss into Minseok’s forehead, placing one on Seri’s cheek too when she demands one.
They sit down for breakfast, and really, Minseok couldn’t be happier.
a/n: im so busy omg that i missed min's birthday ;;;;;
pls comment!!! im a sappy bot tbh
this is part of an au in my head where minseok is a single dad and luhan is the cute guy in his neighborhood that he starts dating. suchen appear in this au too with jongdae, lu's roommate and kindergarten teacher joonmyun