I am so fucking gentle with you that it makes my insides clench with the impossible restraint of it, a groan of frustration escapes me, I am fighting the urge to crash hard into you, to shove you to the ground, to bite your mouth and slap your face, to see your stunned shock in it, to see you reach desperately for the violence of my kiss.
There isn't much to say, really. They're step-brothers because Lu Han's mother fell in love with Sehun's father. They're step-brothers who are fucking each other because they want to. It was their parents' fault for getting married -- not theirs' for wanting to fuck each other.
Lu Han had been the initiator. He had slid under the blankets of Sehun's bed one night and curled his fist around Sehun's cock, moving slowly until Sehun was begging for him to stop -- to keep going. Afterwards, Lu Han had cleaned his palm with tentative licks and Sehun had watched him with lust-filled eyes until they were both achingly hard again.
Sehun had kissed him then, open-mouthed and wet and wanting. Lu Han replied just as earnestly, moaning when Sehun had slipped a hand underneath his shirt to play with his nipples. He felt Lu Han's nipples harden in a matter of seconds; he flicked them and watched Lu Han let out little gasps and cries against his mouth and it all made the blood rush to his groin even faster.
Sehun rolled Lu Han's t-shirt up to his armpits, and took in the sight before him. There was a pale expanse of skin, ready to be marred by him, and Lu Han was blushing furiously -- completely different to the calm Lu Han he was used to seeing.
Sehun latched his lips onto Lu Han's chest while his hand began to grope wildly, greedily, at Lu Han's clothed erection. His tongue darted out occasionally, flicking at Lu Han's pert nipple.
"F-fuck." Lu Han tried to stifle his moans, but Sehun continued to suck and kiss until Lu Han eventually gave up trying to contain himself.
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