Convulsions (1/2)
Title: Convulsions (part 1 of 2)
Genre: AU, romance, angst
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sehun can't bear to see Luhan hurting anymore.
A/N: Because there are enough fluffy, perfect, painless smut fics out there, but, in reality, it isn't always a walk in the park.
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Sehun always hurt Luhan during sex.
No matter how much preparation he dosed out, testing with various different lubes, inserting up to three fingers at a time, thrusting as gently as humanly possible, Luhan always got hurt.
And this time was no exception.
"God, Sehun…" Luhan was crying this time, like all of the other times.
Sehun looked down at the tear-stained face of his partner and immediately felt regret for the nth time in their relationship for having the normal libido of a healthy young male.
Luhan was chanting profanities again, but Sehun was used to it. He leaned down, pressing his mouth against salty lips, hoping to ease the agony.
"I'm so sorry," he muttered, as usual, "Do you want me to stop? Or slow down?"
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Luhan whimpered and responded with a pained, "No, keep going…please…"
It all seemed so scripted to the older male who lay writhing in pain on sweat-soaked sheets.
The pain, the muffled complaints, every one of Sehun's careful touches, the thoughtful kisses.
He looked up at Sehun's face and noticed that the latter's brows were furrowed in concern, and it was so familiar.
Too familiar.
Sehun's thrusting broke him out of his reverie, serving as a grim reminder of the burning discomfort in his nether regions.
A fresh flood of tears pooled in the corner of Luhan's eyes and erupted, sending more saline streams pouring down the sides of his face. He didn't like the feeling of the salty water seeping into his ears, but it hurt too much to move any part of his body even a centimeter out of its current position.
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Sehun never knew what to do.
Every time he attempted to pull out, Luhan would claw at his wrists with an iron grip and egg him on.
He didn't understand why this process was so terribly difficult for the two of them. Nobody else seems to have this problem, he always thought.
But here was Luhan, body tense, face contorted into an unbefitting grimace, laying underneath him refusing to give up.
"Keep going," Sehun heard.
Keep going, he repeated in his head.
And he did keep going. He kept going at the usual agonizingly slow pace that, unbeknownst to him, emphasized Luhan's soreness.
He reached out towards Luhan's face, fingertips trying to smooth out the skin and brush away the pain. The latter gave him a feeble quirk of the lips, which was intended as something akin to a reassuring smile, but it merely deepened Sehun's misery.
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Luhan knew Sehun was close.
It had been over two hours of painstakingly slow copulation, and he could see Sehun's arms straining to hold up his weight, trembling occasionally. He saw the thin coating of sweat covering Sehun's entire body and felt every droplet that fell from the tip of his boyfriend's nose onto his neck.
Sweat is a lot like tears, Luhan thought. His body is crying.
Luhan knew that he was also close.
His body was convulsing so much with the pain that it was easy for Sehun to hit the aggravated bundle of nerves deep inside of him.
He suddenly felt nauseous, seeing stars explode behind his closed eyelids and also felt Sehun's telltale paroxysms.
And then it was over.
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Sehun had to carry Luhan's quaking body to the bathroom where he watched as the frail body crawled towards the toilet and convulsed into it.
He noticed that Luhan only threw up liquid.
He didn't eat beforehand, Sehun rubbed the side of his face in frustration. He knew what was coming.
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"Stop it, Luhan. Stop it."
It was a week later, and Luhan had noticed Sehun's refusal to touch him.
He decided to take matters into his own hands and was now currently pressed against Sehun's chest, legs on either side of his hips, kissing him experimentally. He nipped at Sehun's neck.
"No."
"Luhan, I'm trying to work. Stop." Sehun attempted to dislodge Luhan's mouth. It didn't work.
"But I want this," Luhan murmured into heated flesh.
"Well, I don't," Sehun replied curtly, shoving Luhan off of him with some force.
Luhan sank to the floor. His legs gave way as Sehun walked out of the door to their apartment and slammed it shut.
It hurts.
This rejection was far more painful than any of their arduous fornications.
Genre: AU, romance, angst
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sehun can't bear to see Luhan hurting anymore.
A/N: Because there are enough fluffy, perfect, painless smut fics out there, but, in reality, it isn't always a walk in the park.
-
Sehun always hurt Luhan during sex.
No matter how much preparation he dosed out, testing with various different lubes, inserting up to three fingers at a time, thrusting as gently as humanly possible, Luhan always got hurt.
And this time was no exception.
"God, Sehun…" Luhan was crying this time, like all of the other times.
Sehun looked down at the tear-stained face of his partner and immediately felt regret for the nth time in their relationship for having the normal libido of a healthy young male.
Luhan was chanting profanities again, but Sehun was used to it. He leaned down, pressing his mouth against salty lips, hoping to ease the agony.
"I'm so sorry," he muttered, as usual, "Do you want me to stop? Or slow down?"
-
Luhan whimpered and responded with a pained, "No, keep going…please…"
It all seemed so scripted to the older male who lay writhing in pain on sweat-soaked sheets.
The pain, the muffled complaints, every one of Sehun's careful touches, the thoughtful kisses.
He looked up at Sehun's face and noticed that the latter's brows were furrowed in concern, and it was so familiar.
Too familiar.
Sehun's thrusting broke him out of his reverie, serving as a grim reminder of the burning discomfort in his nether regions.
A fresh flood of tears pooled in the corner of Luhan's eyes and erupted, sending more saline streams pouring down the sides of his face. He didn't like the feeling of the salty water seeping into his ears, but it hurt too much to move any part of his body even a centimeter out of its current position.
-
Sehun never knew what to do.
Every time he attempted to pull out, Luhan would claw at his wrists with an iron grip and egg him on.
He didn't understand why this process was so terribly difficult for the two of them. Nobody else seems to have this problem, he always thought.
But here was Luhan, body tense, face contorted into an unbefitting grimace, laying underneath him refusing to give up.
"Keep going," Sehun heard.
Keep going, he repeated in his head.
And he did keep going. He kept going at the usual agonizingly slow pace that, unbeknownst to him, emphasized Luhan's soreness.
He reached out towards Luhan's face, fingertips trying to smooth out the skin and brush away the pain. The latter gave him a feeble quirk of the lips, which was intended as something akin to a reassuring smile, but it merely deepened Sehun's misery.
-
Luhan knew Sehun was close.
It had been over two hours of painstakingly slow copulation, and he could see Sehun's arms straining to hold up his weight, trembling occasionally. He saw the thin coating of sweat covering Sehun's entire body and felt every droplet that fell from the tip of his boyfriend's nose onto his neck.
Sweat is a lot like tears, Luhan thought. His body is crying.
Luhan knew that he was also close.
His body was convulsing so much with the pain that it was easy for Sehun to hit the aggravated bundle of nerves deep inside of him.
He suddenly felt nauseous, seeing stars explode behind his closed eyelids and also felt Sehun's telltale paroxysms.
And then it was over.
-
Sehun had to carry Luhan's quaking body to the bathroom where he watched as the frail body crawled towards the toilet and convulsed into it.
He noticed that Luhan only threw up liquid.
He didn't eat beforehand, Sehun rubbed the side of his face in frustration. He knew what was coming.
-
"Stop it, Luhan. Stop it."
It was a week later, and Luhan had noticed Sehun's refusal to touch him.
He decided to take matters into his own hands and was now currently pressed against Sehun's chest, legs on either side of his hips, kissing him experimentally. He nipped at Sehun's neck.
"No."
"Luhan, I'm trying to work. Stop." Sehun attempted to dislodge Luhan's mouth. It didn't work.
"But I want this," Luhan murmured into heated flesh.
"Well, I don't," Sehun replied curtly, shoving Luhan off of him with some force.
Luhan sank to the floor. His legs gave way as Sehun walked out of the door to their apartment and slammed it shut.
It hurts.
This rejection was far more painful than any of their arduous fornications.