sea foam o glorious [1/2]
SEA FOAM O GLORIOUS;
⇾ exo | sehun/luhan
⇾ 965 words
⇾ smut(?)
⇾ NC-17
⇾ this is a product of misty thoughts and a not very clear story line
{rambling word vomit written over a period of long thoughts so it probably makes no sense bc planned angst but-}
❝my thoughts cannot
move an inch without
bumping into some
piece of you.
and i cannot stop
myself from constantly
falling into you.❞ - j.a
Burnt golden hair like the sand outside is what drew Sehun to Luhan. Next was his ocean blue eyes that swan in a sea of foam white; bright and absorbent and oh-so inviting.
They met during peak season on the beach outside the tiny town of La Peache Demonte where Sehun had spent his entire life being crowned as the towns untieable Lothario.
His ginger locks would capture the glance of any woman with a beating heart, his hair was soft and lush like satin and the sun bounced its rays off his hair with pure joy.
Eyes that glistened and weakened the knees, legs that were thin and long and strode with pride, shoulders thick and broad that aligned his whole structure. Sehun's body was a piece of art.
Luhan was an artist - and artists like to play with pieces of art.
Sehun didn't know that Luhan only came to La Peache Demonte for it's fruits and flowers. Luhan had small hands but big canvas' to fill, and painting the ever changing, ever growing nature in La Peache Demonte had been a goal of his ever since he picked up a brochure from a news stand up north. The brochure was filled with picturesque pictures of cottages and local shops, tiny posts offices and elderly citizens walking around, crackled teeth smiling in the largest, brightest smile a dying person could smile.
Sehun was on the beach, his tiny pale toes cuddling the sandbank.
Colourful blown up beach-balls were bouncing across the floor of the beach, taking little grains up with them.
The season was summer. Sand burnt the bottom of Sehun's feet but that was the point of coming here - it was a different burning to the burn that his feet felt when they sprawled across his towns pavements.
Sea hugged the pebbles and seaweed that was washed ashore as it's arms crawled up the beach, and then washed away.
The local ice-cream truck was seated further down the beach to where Sehun was. Rusty, golden wheels drove the muddy-white vehicle across the sand, little kids chasing it as if all their hopes and dreams were stashed inside the piece of metal.
Although here for enjoyment and pleasure, Sehun was alone. Scanning the beach, he looked for someone who like him, had no company. For a while his search was hopeless; nobody was silly enough to come to the beach alone.
But then he caught someone's eye.
He was small and he was blonde and he was so tiny he made Sehun want to run up to him, spin him around and cuddle him until he was winded.
His eyes were bright and brown, the iris' were so beautiful and they swam underneath his watery eyes like a little fish.
A button-like nose lay centered in the middle of the face, slim and pale and it twitched ever so slightly when it sniffed the scent of the salty sea.
Sehun automatically felt his feet stand him up, and his knees bend to move him. His uncovered chest was heaving up and down, his heart was rattling behind his ribs but he didn't stop walking. The strangers saw him coming when his shadow came walking over.
Sehun was shaky - he was a pale mess but he had a lot to offer.
Squeaking out a small "Hi, I'm Sehun," their friendship was made. He soon found out that the pretty boy's name was Luhan, and he was new to the area and could use a helping help (that Sehun was very quick to offer).
A single mattress and a mother's homemade blanket later Luhan was settled in snug.
A few weeks later a few things happened. Beach season was still booming and Summer was warm and bright, and Luhan never told Sehun that he got a little sweaty which equaled the loss of his shirt and the loss of Sehun's sanity.
Luhan cornered Sehun against the cold tiles later that day.
The milky skin of Sehun's back pressed against the cold surface, the hairs sticking up on end. Hands grazed up and down his chest, fingernails scratching indents onto his skin, rubbing him and feeling him. Luhan whispered milky words into his ears, "I want to feel every cavern and pore of your skin sweat as you scream for me", "You won't deny me your body, will you now?". Sehun mouth opened into a gasp - and Luhan got to work.
Belts off, trousers down, voices up, Luhan ravaged the youngest until he was flattened into the floor, his body exposed and wet after an hour or two of exploration. Luhan rubbed him slowly and his knees buckled - he was never a teenager to try and explore himself but now he wished he had so he didn't whelp in the way that he was. He throbbed and pulsed, veins popped out as fingernails were lightly scratching him.
His orgasm was something, he wasn't in control and his mess was spewed over Luhan's thighs and a little on himself, but Luhan didn't mind at all. His back had arched and he had let out a shaky cry of "Luhan, oh god!" and that was really all that mattered.
It turned into a regular occurrence.
Every Friday night when the cat howled and the moon flew up, Luhan would pull Sehun down the corridor and lay him underneath him, the mattress thin so they could feel every thing of the event ahead.
Sehun always bottomed - and he didn't want to top, either. Luhan was a fierce man in the bedroom, he thought with his dick and not his brain when the clock struck nine and his palms got sweaty.
The paintings half finished in Luhan's car was not something he cared about anymore.