a hyung’s helping hand (and mouth)
a hyung’s helping hand (and mouth)
nc-17; fluff; sehun/luhan; 2,858w
summary: in retrospect, luhan thinks he probably should’ve knocked first before entering (or maybe not).
a/n: my fill for this prompt at exopromptmeme! :3
Luhan has been standing in front of Sehun’s and Joonmyun’s shared room for roughly seven minutes and thirty seconds, teeth continuously gnawing at his bottom lip as he contemplates on what he should do next. His mind has been going around in circles even before he finds himself standing by Sehun’s door and Luhan can slowly feel the impending headache from having to think too much. It’s the first time that he feels so at lost when it comes to Sehun - despite the various apathetic expressions always present on his face, Luhan has always prided himself for being able to read Sehun like an open book.
Today, though, Luhan felt like he’d been robbed of that ability as he watched Sehun mess up their new choreography time and time again and get yelled at all throughout dance practice. Sehun had kept his impassive face, like always, trying hard not to show any hint of disappointment or frustration even though he’s being reprimanded for the third consecutive time in just an hour. Usually, Luhan could tell if something’s up, if there’s a problem Sehun refuses to tell anyone, or if he’s just going through one of his rare teenage somber moods that usually just comes and goes within the day.
But today had been a different story.
Luhan couldn’t figure out if there was something bothering Sehun even though he knew Sehun and his expressions well enough. There was nothing in the way Sehun had momentarily scrunched his eyebrows after yet another mistake, in the way Sehun had let the corners of his lips tug down into a little frown when he thought no one was looking, that had given Luhan even an inkling of what Sehun was really thinking. Sehun had refused to even look at him or even acknowledge his presence when Luhan decided to approach him during their break.
He was a bit hesitant to consider the idea at first, but it was obvious that Sehun didn’t want to talk to him. Luhan wasn’t sure if this was something he should blame himself for.
Which concludes the reason why Luhan is standing in front of Sehun’s door right now, shifting his weight from one foot to another as each minute quickly ticks by. The two bubble teas in his hand are starting to cool down and it would really be a waste of two absolutely delicious drinks if Luhan ends up chickening out from this.
No one can blame Luhan if he did back out from this, though. Comforting Sehun and luring him out from his rather depressed shell with chocolate-flavored bubble tea had been a good idea at that time. But now that Luhan has had enough time to think things through, Luhan isn’t sure if this is a good idea, after all.
What if Sehun still doesn’t want to talk to him? What if Luhan actually did something - he just couldn’t remember what - that had, somehow, offended Sehun, causing this rift in their friendship? Or worse, what if Sehun just realized that someone else could do a better job at being his best friend, like Jongin, or Chanyeol, or even Zitao?
Each depressing thought sends Luhan scrambling to hold himself upright and, for a second, he considers just leaving Sehun’s bubble tea by the door before leaving. Luhan’s not sure if his presence can cheer Sehun up but he’s pretty certain one chocolate-flavored bubble tea can do the job.
He’s about to turn around and trudge his way in the opposite direction when Luhan hears a rather loud whimper coming from the other side of the door.
Is Sehun…crying?
With one bubble tea in hand and the other tucked close to his chest, Luhan hurriedly opens the door despite himself, lips already parting to ask Sehun if he’s alright and-
-never asking it because the sight that welcomes him next only renders Luhan speechless and stock-still in his position.
Luhan sees Sehun lying on his bed, half-naked, shirt bunched up to his chest and sweatpants and underwear lying forgotten by the floor. He has his head tipped back, pink hair setting a pretty contrast against the white pillow supporting his head, and Luhan doesn’t know where the urge to lick a stripe up Sehun’s neck suddenly comes from. Eyes tightly shut and lips partly open, Sehun’s just lying there stretched out on the bed, oblivious to the hungry eyes taking him in, watching him as one of his hands steadily works up and down and up and down and up and down his cock.
It’s a really terrible place to be in; Luhan knows that. And he is acutely aware that the only logical thing to do at this point is to turn around and leave, shut those images out of his head and pretend like he just didn’t witness his best friend touching himself. But he’s stuck in his place, rooted in his spot by the door where he can’t help but quietly look at Sehun, at all of him: his body going taut from the intense pleasure, his hands roughly fisting his cock, his parted mouth releasing a breathy whisper of-
“Luhan.”
There’s a distinctive sound of a splash that reaches Luhan’s ears and before he can even look down and see the cold mess now pooling around at his feet, Sehun lifts his head from the pillow and quickly spots Luhan standing by the door. There’s a fleeting moment of realization that dawns on Sehun’s face before a mixture of horror and shock soon follow. Luhan would’ve laughed at that - who knew Sehun’s face can actually display a myriad of expressions? - but it’s quite probably the worst time to be amused at something so petty.
Petty in comparison to his situation, of course.
As soon as Luhan opens his mouth to blurt out an apology - or an explanation or maybe a promise that this incident will only stay within the four corners of his room - Sehun is already scrambling to cover himself and squeaking out a loud, “Hyung, this isn’t what it looks like!”
Luhan has the audacity to lift an incredulous brow at that.
Sehun stutters over his explanation. “I-I mean, yeah, it looks like that b-but hyung I swear-”
“Sehun,” Luhan finally says after taking a few gulps to dislodge the lump in his throat. It’s not everyday that Luhan sees his best friend masturbating and, well, he thinks he deserves a pat on the back for quickly getting over the initial shock. Sehun stops, lips now tightly sealed to keep any words from slipping out.
Luhan takes one, two, three shaky steps towards Sehun before locking the door behind him. He can see the curiosity in Sehun’s eyes, can almost hear the unspoken question just dangling at the tip of Sehun’s tongue, but Luhan forces himself to keep walking until he’s finally standing by the foot of Sehun’s bed.
Hands still firmly gripping the comforter covering his half-naked body, Sehun asks with a soft voice, “Can’t we just keep this between us, hyung?”
Sehun sounds so small and embarrassed that Luhan can’t help but take pity on him. Sehun probably feels so uncomfortable in his presence and it only makes Luhan even more determined to change that.
Luhan gingerly sits on the edge of bed so as not to scare Sehun off. “Didn’t hyung tell you that you can always come to me whenever you need anything?”
“Y-yes, you did,” Sehun starts, eyes casted downwards, “but, hyung, this isn’t something that I could just ask from-”
“When I said anything, I really meant it, Sehun.”
That effectively shuts Sehun up.
In a passing moment of bravery, Luhan scoots closer to Sehun and cups the side of his face, one hand reaching up to gently brush his thumb across Sehun’s cheek. There are warning bells ringing inside Luhan’s head and he knows the possible consequences of what he’s about to do. But damn it all, Luhan isn’t one to waste such perfect opportunities like this.
Cautiously, Luhan brings his face closer to Sehun’s and drops a chaste kiss square on his mouth. Leaning in to touch his mouth against Sehun’s must be the bravest and most reckless thing Luhan has ever done. It’s only a brief pressure of lips against lips and Luhan finds that he aches for more, yearns for more of that spark of pleasure that immediately runs down his spine when they touch.
He stops himself from wanting, though.
If this ends up being a one-sided thing, Luhan is all but ready to swallow down his unrequited feelings and move on. Sehun is his best friend, first and foremost, and he shouldn’t feel like he’s obligated to return Luhan’s affections. He shouldn't be compelled to kiss Luhan back like this-
It takes a second for Luhan to realize that Sehun is actually kissing him back, shy presses of his mouth making Luhan’s lips tingle and his toes curl. Luhan would be lying to himself if he said he never tried to imagine what Sehun’s lips would feel like pressed against his because he did. Every night, even. And he can’t quite believe that this is really happening right now.
It doesn’t stop Luhan from eagerly responding to Sehun’s kisses, though. He presses back with as much fervor as he can muster, trying not to let this overwhelming desire for Sehun to completely take over him and his senses. One of Sehun’s hand curls around Luhan’s shirt to bring him closer and Luhan easily obliges, scooting forward until their chests are touching and Luhan can feel the staccato rhythm of Sehun’s heart (or maybe that’s his own, pounding loud and fast against his ribcage).
Luhan leans in deeper, lips clinging and moving against Sehun’s. It feels good, finally tasting Sehun after wanting to do so for so long and, at this point, Luhan thinks he can’t ever stop. It doesn’t matter if they’re both new to this. It doesn’t matter that Luhan’s still not sure how this works because Sehun is letting out all these pleased moans through parted lips, enough to tell Luhan that he’s not doing a terrible job at this kissing business.
When they both part to take in gulps of air, Luhan makes sure to still keep him close by leaning their foreheads together, silly grins plastered on their faces. Luhan feels like everything is almost perfect at this very moment.
But Luhan knows there’s another problem he must attend to. All he needs is Sehun’s permission to let Luhan help him.
“Will you let hyung help you now?”
It doesn’t take long for those words to settle in Sehun’s mind and, instantly, his eyes widen comically with realization. “Hyung, you don’t have to! Really! Please-”
“But I want to,” Luhan stubbornly replies, throwing the comforter off of Sehun and consequently positioning himself between Sehun’s legs. It’s a rather obscene sight, something that Sehun has only imagined in his wildest dreams, and Sehun can do nothing but shiver from the anticipation running in his veins.
When Luhan experimentally holds Sehun’s cock, gently wrapping his fingers around him, Sehun almost feels embarrassed from the loud moan that manages to escape from his lips. Luhan, on the other hand, wastes no time and continues to lavish kittenish licks on Sehun’s cock, starting from the tip to the underside of his throbbing erection before he finally spares some of his attention on Sehun’s balls.
While Luhan is, apparently, having the time of his life in between his legs, Sehun tries not fall over the edge after only a few sucks and strokes. It’s frustratingly hard, though, because he’d been so aroused even before Luhan came barging inside his room and now that he has Luhan’s hand and mouth alternately giving attention to his cock, Sehun knows it won’t be long before he finally gives in.
Sehun can’t actually quite believe his luck because, goddamn, isn’t this the very thing that he had wanted all along? The very image that had kept him tossing and turning in his bed for the past few nights as he desperately tried to curb the urge to touch himself? Seeing that tuft of silver hair in between his legs, Luhan’s head now bobbing up and down as he eagerly sucks Sehun to bring him to completion - this reality is definitely better than those moving images his creative imagination has provided for him.
And nothing can really compare to the pleasure that rakes up his spine when Luhan tries to deep throat him, taking him inch by inch until Sehun can feel his cock hitting the back of Luhan’s throat. Luhan immediately gags after his first try and Sehun tries to lessen his discomfort by threading his fingers in Luhan’s hair and gently massaging his scalp with his fingertips.
Undeterred by that failure of an attempt, Luhan quickly makes up for it by fervently sucking Sehun, alternately hollowing his cheeks and humming around his cock until all Sehun can do is tug at Luhan’s hair because he’s thisclose and he can already feel the tight coil in his stomach quickly giving way and Sehun isn’t really sure if Luhan will appreciate him coming inside his mouth because, well, this is his first time after all and-
Thankfully, Luhan pulls away just as Sehun’s body goes rigid, back arching and mouth falling open to release a silent scream. Sehun is only coming down from his orgasm when he blearily notices the white streaks painting all over his stomach and Luhan’s hand. Before Sehun can even find something to wipe Luhan’s hand with, Luhan already beats him to it by using Sehun’s bedsheets to clean himself.
Sehun wrinkles his nose in disgust. “That wasn’t very sanitary, hyung.”
Luhan only snorts in response before crawling his way towards Sehun and claiming the empty spot beside him. He rests his chin on his hand and looks at Sehun, a teasing glint evident in his eyes. “Would you have preferred it if I licked it off my fingers then?”
Sehun’s features quickly contort into that of repulsion, but-
Shit. How can Sehun erase that image from his mind now?
A comfortable silence trickles into the room and it amazes Luhan how everything between them can still feel so right and natural as though Luhan didn’t suck his best friend off just a few minutes ago. Luhan doesn’t really want to burst the peaceful bubble they’re in but he needs to know just one more thing. Just one more.
“Why were you so distracted at practice a while ago?” Luhan cautiously asks. Maybe he’s treading on dangerous territory right now, something that Sehun may not want Luhan poking his nose into, but whatever it is that has Sehun so preoccupied today must be important. And, for Luhan, everything that Sehun deems as important is important to him as well. “Is something bothering you?”
At his question, Sehun instantly shifts his gaze away from Luhan, eyes darting practically anywhere but in Luhan’s direction. If this reaction isn’t weird enough, Luhan can also see the faint blush sweeping across Sehun’s cheek and this definitely gets his attention now. This only perks Luhan’s curiosity even more.
“Come on, tell hyung!” Luhan wheedles, shaking him a little bit to get Sehun to look at him.
It only takes Luhan a few more prodding before Sehun finally mumbles his response. But with Sehun practically whispering his answer with such a low voice, Luhan didn’t quite get it the first time.
“What was that?”
“I said it’s you,” Sehun answers, loudly this time. He looks like he’d rather suffer a thousand burning deaths than stay inside this room with Luhan at this very moment. Luhan finds an embarrassed Sehun really cute.
“Me?” Luhan asks, worried. Did he do something at dance practice today? Racking his brains and sifting through the things that happened at their practice, Luhan really couldn’t quite remember doing anything out of the usual. “Have I done something wrong?”
“No, no, no! You didn’t do anything wrong, hyung!” Sehun all but screams at him.
Before Luhan can even react, he sees Sehun taking one huge gulp of air. Then, in one breath, Sehun quickly blurts out, “It’sjustthatyournewhairisreallyniceandIthinkitsuitsyoureallywellandIcanthelpbuttostareatyouduringdancepracticetodayI’msorryImadeyouworryhyung.”
It takes a moment before Luhan can actually understand that long string of words that came out of Sehun’s mouth. But when he did, a grin instantly tugs at the ends of his lips and Luhan is shameless enough to display the evident satisfaction on his face.
“You like my hair that much?” Luhan asks. There’s something akin to unrepressed glee that Sehun easily recognizes despite the post-orgasm haze clouding his mind, along with that obvious hint of amusement laced in Luhan’s words, but Sehun finds that he’s too tired to even call him out for it.
“Don’t worry; I like you, too,” Luhan whispers teasingly, breath fanning over Sehun’s lips as he speaks. He drops a kiss to the corner of Sehun’s mouth and continues, “very much.”
Sehun’s not really sure if he should even say it out loud, but maybe kissing Luhan back is enough as a reply for now.
notes:
- this ended up longer than i expected. im sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind, op! but i did enjoy writing this fic, so thank you for leaving this prompt! :D
- i’ll be on a hiatus from both writing and twitter so this is probably my last fic for now. i’ll be back really soon, though! but i doubt anyone’s going to miss me lmao
- pls don’t hesitate to leave me some love <333
nc-17; fluff; sehun/luhan; 2,858w
summary: in retrospect, luhan thinks he probably should’ve knocked first before entering (or maybe not).
a/n: my fill for this prompt at exopromptmeme! :3
Luhan has been standing in front of Sehun’s and Joonmyun’s shared room for roughly seven minutes and thirty seconds, teeth continuously gnawing at his bottom lip as he contemplates on what he should do next. His mind has been going around in circles even before he finds himself standing by Sehun’s door and Luhan can slowly feel the impending headache from having to think too much. It’s the first time that he feels so at lost when it comes to Sehun - despite the various apathetic expressions always present on his face, Luhan has always prided himself for being able to read Sehun like an open book.
Today, though, Luhan felt like he’d been robbed of that ability as he watched Sehun mess up their new choreography time and time again and get yelled at all throughout dance practice. Sehun had kept his impassive face, like always, trying hard not to show any hint of disappointment or frustration even though he’s being reprimanded for the third consecutive time in just an hour. Usually, Luhan could tell if something’s up, if there’s a problem Sehun refuses to tell anyone, or if he’s just going through one of his rare teenage somber moods that usually just comes and goes within the day.
But today had been a different story.
Luhan couldn’t figure out if there was something bothering Sehun even though he knew Sehun and his expressions well enough. There was nothing in the way Sehun had momentarily scrunched his eyebrows after yet another mistake, in the way Sehun had let the corners of his lips tug down into a little frown when he thought no one was looking, that had given Luhan even an inkling of what Sehun was really thinking. Sehun had refused to even look at him or even acknowledge his presence when Luhan decided to approach him during their break.
He was a bit hesitant to consider the idea at first, but it was obvious that Sehun didn’t want to talk to him. Luhan wasn’t sure if this was something he should blame himself for.
Which concludes the reason why Luhan is standing in front of Sehun’s door right now, shifting his weight from one foot to another as each minute quickly ticks by. The two bubble teas in his hand are starting to cool down and it would really be a waste of two absolutely delicious drinks if Luhan ends up chickening out from this.
No one can blame Luhan if he did back out from this, though. Comforting Sehun and luring him out from his rather depressed shell with chocolate-flavored bubble tea had been a good idea at that time. But now that Luhan has had enough time to think things through, Luhan isn’t sure if this is a good idea, after all.
What if Sehun still doesn’t want to talk to him? What if Luhan actually did something - he just couldn’t remember what - that had, somehow, offended Sehun, causing this rift in their friendship? Or worse, what if Sehun just realized that someone else could do a better job at being his best friend, like Jongin, or Chanyeol, or even Zitao?
Each depressing thought sends Luhan scrambling to hold himself upright and, for a second, he considers just leaving Sehun’s bubble tea by the door before leaving. Luhan’s not sure if his presence can cheer Sehun up but he’s pretty certain one chocolate-flavored bubble tea can do the job.
He’s about to turn around and trudge his way in the opposite direction when Luhan hears a rather loud whimper coming from the other side of the door.
Is Sehun…crying?
With one bubble tea in hand and the other tucked close to his chest, Luhan hurriedly opens the door despite himself, lips already parting to ask Sehun if he’s alright and-
-never asking it because the sight that welcomes him next only renders Luhan speechless and stock-still in his position.
Luhan sees Sehun lying on his bed, half-naked, shirt bunched up to his chest and sweatpants and underwear lying forgotten by the floor. He has his head tipped back, pink hair setting a pretty contrast against the white pillow supporting his head, and Luhan doesn’t know where the urge to lick a stripe up Sehun’s neck suddenly comes from. Eyes tightly shut and lips partly open, Sehun’s just lying there stretched out on the bed, oblivious to the hungry eyes taking him in, watching him as one of his hands steadily works up and down and up and down and up and down his cock.
It’s a really terrible place to be in; Luhan knows that. And he is acutely aware that the only logical thing to do at this point is to turn around and leave, shut those images out of his head and pretend like he just didn’t witness his best friend touching himself. But he’s stuck in his place, rooted in his spot by the door where he can’t help but quietly look at Sehun, at all of him: his body going taut from the intense pleasure, his hands roughly fisting his cock, his parted mouth releasing a breathy whisper of-
“Luhan.”
There’s a distinctive sound of a splash that reaches Luhan’s ears and before he can even look down and see the cold mess now pooling around at his feet, Sehun lifts his head from the pillow and quickly spots Luhan standing by the door. There’s a fleeting moment of realization that dawns on Sehun’s face before a mixture of horror and shock soon follow. Luhan would’ve laughed at that - who knew Sehun’s face can actually display a myriad of expressions? - but it’s quite probably the worst time to be amused at something so petty.
Petty in comparison to his situation, of course.
As soon as Luhan opens his mouth to blurt out an apology - or an explanation or maybe a promise that this incident will only stay within the four corners of his room - Sehun is already scrambling to cover himself and squeaking out a loud, “Hyung, this isn’t what it looks like!”
Luhan has the audacity to lift an incredulous brow at that.
Sehun stutters over his explanation. “I-I mean, yeah, it looks like that b-but hyung I swear-”
“Sehun,” Luhan finally says after taking a few gulps to dislodge the lump in his throat. It’s not everyday that Luhan sees his best friend masturbating and, well, he thinks he deserves a pat on the back for quickly getting over the initial shock. Sehun stops, lips now tightly sealed to keep any words from slipping out.
Luhan takes one, two, three shaky steps towards Sehun before locking the door behind him. He can see the curiosity in Sehun’s eyes, can almost hear the unspoken question just dangling at the tip of Sehun’s tongue, but Luhan forces himself to keep walking until he’s finally standing by the foot of Sehun’s bed.
Hands still firmly gripping the comforter covering his half-naked body, Sehun asks with a soft voice, “Can’t we just keep this between us, hyung?”
Sehun sounds so small and embarrassed that Luhan can’t help but take pity on him. Sehun probably feels so uncomfortable in his presence and it only makes Luhan even more determined to change that.
Luhan gingerly sits on the edge of bed so as not to scare Sehun off. “Didn’t hyung tell you that you can always come to me whenever you need anything?”
“Y-yes, you did,” Sehun starts, eyes casted downwards, “but, hyung, this isn’t something that I could just ask from-”
“When I said anything, I really meant it, Sehun.”
That effectively shuts Sehun up.
In a passing moment of bravery, Luhan scoots closer to Sehun and cups the side of his face, one hand reaching up to gently brush his thumb across Sehun’s cheek. There are warning bells ringing inside Luhan’s head and he knows the possible consequences of what he’s about to do. But damn it all, Luhan isn’t one to waste such perfect opportunities like this.
Cautiously, Luhan brings his face closer to Sehun’s and drops a chaste kiss square on his mouth. Leaning in to touch his mouth against Sehun’s must be the bravest and most reckless thing Luhan has ever done. It’s only a brief pressure of lips against lips and Luhan finds that he aches for more, yearns for more of that spark of pleasure that immediately runs down his spine when they touch.
He stops himself from wanting, though.
If this ends up being a one-sided thing, Luhan is all but ready to swallow down his unrequited feelings and move on. Sehun is his best friend, first and foremost, and he shouldn’t feel like he’s obligated to return Luhan’s affections. He shouldn't be compelled to kiss Luhan back like this-
It takes a second for Luhan to realize that Sehun is actually kissing him back, shy presses of his mouth making Luhan’s lips tingle and his toes curl. Luhan would be lying to himself if he said he never tried to imagine what Sehun’s lips would feel like pressed against his because he did. Every night, even. And he can’t quite believe that this is really happening right now.
It doesn’t stop Luhan from eagerly responding to Sehun’s kisses, though. He presses back with as much fervor as he can muster, trying not to let this overwhelming desire for Sehun to completely take over him and his senses. One of Sehun’s hand curls around Luhan’s shirt to bring him closer and Luhan easily obliges, scooting forward until their chests are touching and Luhan can feel the staccato rhythm of Sehun’s heart (or maybe that’s his own, pounding loud and fast against his ribcage).
Luhan leans in deeper, lips clinging and moving against Sehun’s. It feels good, finally tasting Sehun after wanting to do so for so long and, at this point, Luhan thinks he can’t ever stop. It doesn’t matter if they’re both new to this. It doesn’t matter that Luhan’s still not sure how this works because Sehun is letting out all these pleased moans through parted lips, enough to tell Luhan that he’s not doing a terrible job at this kissing business.
When they both part to take in gulps of air, Luhan makes sure to still keep him close by leaning their foreheads together, silly grins plastered on their faces. Luhan feels like everything is almost perfect at this very moment.
But Luhan knows there’s another problem he must attend to. All he needs is Sehun’s permission to let Luhan help him.
“Will you let hyung help you now?”
It doesn’t take long for those words to settle in Sehun’s mind and, instantly, his eyes widen comically with realization. “Hyung, you don’t have to! Really! Please-”
“But I want to,” Luhan stubbornly replies, throwing the comforter off of Sehun and consequently positioning himself between Sehun’s legs. It’s a rather obscene sight, something that Sehun has only imagined in his wildest dreams, and Sehun can do nothing but shiver from the anticipation running in his veins.
When Luhan experimentally holds Sehun’s cock, gently wrapping his fingers around him, Sehun almost feels embarrassed from the loud moan that manages to escape from his lips. Luhan, on the other hand, wastes no time and continues to lavish kittenish licks on Sehun’s cock, starting from the tip to the underside of his throbbing erection before he finally spares some of his attention on Sehun’s balls.
While Luhan is, apparently, having the time of his life in between his legs, Sehun tries not fall over the edge after only a few sucks and strokes. It’s frustratingly hard, though, because he’d been so aroused even before Luhan came barging inside his room and now that he has Luhan’s hand and mouth alternately giving attention to his cock, Sehun knows it won’t be long before he finally gives in.
Sehun can’t actually quite believe his luck because, goddamn, isn’t this the very thing that he had wanted all along? The very image that had kept him tossing and turning in his bed for the past few nights as he desperately tried to curb the urge to touch himself? Seeing that tuft of silver hair in between his legs, Luhan’s head now bobbing up and down as he eagerly sucks Sehun to bring him to completion - this reality is definitely better than those moving images his creative imagination has provided for him.
And nothing can really compare to the pleasure that rakes up his spine when Luhan tries to deep throat him, taking him inch by inch until Sehun can feel his cock hitting the back of Luhan’s throat. Luhan immediately gags after his first try and Sehun tries to lessen his discomfort by threading his fingers in Luhan’s hair and gently massaging his scalp with his fingertips.
Undeterred by that failure of an attempt, Luhan quickly makes up for it by fervently sucking Sehun, alternately hollowing his cheeks and humming around his cock until all Sehun can do is tug at Luhan’s hair because he’s thisclose and he can already feel the tight coil in his stomach quickly giving way and Sehun isn’t really sure if Luhan will appreciate him coming inside his mouth because, well, this is his first time after all and-
Thankfully, Luhan pulls away just as Sehun’s body goes rigid, back arching and mouth falling open to release a silent scream. Sehun is only coming down from his orgasm when he blearily notices the white streaks painting all over his stomach and Luhan’s hand. Before Sehun can even find something to wipe Luhan’s hand with, Luhan already beats him to it by using Sehun’s bedsheets to clean himself.
Sehun wrinkles his nose in disgust. “That wasn’t very sanitary, hyung.”
Luhan only snorts in response before crawling his way towards Sehun and claiming the empty spot beside him. He rests his chin on his hand and looks at Sehun, a teasing glint evident in his eyes. “Would you have preferred it if I licked it off my fingers then?”
Sehun’s features quickly contort into that of repulsion, but-
Shit. How can Sehun erase that image from his mind now?
A comfortable silence trickles into the room and it amazes Luhan how everything between them can still feel so right and natural as though Luhan didn’t suck his best friend off just a few minutes ago. Luhan doesn’t really want to burst the peaceful bubble they’re in but he needs to know just one more thing. Just one more.
“Why were you so distracted at practice a while ago?” Luhan cautiously asks. Maybe he’s treading on dangerous territory right now, something that Sehun may not want Luhan poking his nose into, but whatever it is that has Sehun so preoccupied today must be important. And, for Luhan, everything that Sehun deems as important is important to him as well. “Is something bothering you?”
At his question, Sehun instantly shifts his gaze away from Luhan, eyes darting practically anywhere but in Luhan’s direction. If this reaction isn’t weird enough, Luhan can also see the faint blush sweeping across Sehun’s cheek and this definitely gets his attention now. This only perks Luhan’s curiosity even more.
“Come on, tell hyung!” Luhan wheedles, shaking him a little bit to get Sehun to look at him.
It only takes Luhan a few more prodding before Sehun finally mumbles his response. But with Sehun practically whispering his answer with such a low voice, Luhan didn’t quite get it the first time.
“What was that?”
“I said it’s you,” Sehun answers, loudly this time. He looks like he’d rather suffer a thousand burning deaths than stay inside this room with Luhan at this very moment. Luhan finds an embarrassed Sehun really cute.
“Me?” Luhan asks, worried. Did he do something at dance practice today? Racking his brains and sifting through the things that happened at their practice, Luhan really couldn’t quite remember doing anything out of the usual. “Have I done something wrong?”
“No, no, no! You didn’t do anything wrong, hyung!” Sehun all but screams at him.
Before Luhan can even react, he sees Sehun taking one huge gulp of air. Then, in one breath, Sehun quickly blurts out, “It’sjustthatyournewhairisreallyniceandIthinkitsuitsyoureallywellandIcanthelpbuttostareatyouduringdancepracticetodayI’msorryImadeyouworryhyung.”
It takes a moment before Luhan can actually understand that long string of words that came out of Sehun’s mouth. But when he did, a grin instantly tugs at the ends of his lips and Luhan is shameless enough to display the evident satisfaction on his face.
“You like my hair that much?” Luhan asks. There’s something akin to unrepressed glee that Sehun easily recognizes despite the post-orgasm haze clouding his mind, along with that obvious hint of amusement laced in Luhan’s words, but Sehun finds that he’s too tired to even call him out for it.
“Don’t worry; I like you, too,” Luhan whispers teasingly, breath fanning over Sehun’s lips as he speaks. He drops a kiss to the corner of Sehun’s mouth and continues, “very much.”
Sehun’s not really sure if he should even say it out loud, but maybe kissing Luhan back is enough as a reply for now.
notes:
- this ended up longer than i expected. im sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind, op! but i did enjoy writing this fic, so thank you for leaving this prompt! :D
- i’ll be on a hiatus from both writing and twitter so this is probably my last fic for now. i’ll be back really soon, though! but i doubt anyone’s going to miss me lmao
- pls don’t hesitate to leave me some love <333