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Desire
Lu Han/Xiumin; NC-17; ~900 w.; Smut
They knew they were moving too fast.
They knew they were moving a little too fast, that neither was sure if the other was truly ready for what they were about to do, but if either cared at all at this point was debatable as they crashed their lips together, hands scrambling to take hold of something, anything that might keep them grounded to reality. Luhan’s arms easily curled around the older man’s slim waist, pulling him closer and closer still, needing to feel the other’s skin rub against his own. Minseok’s shaking hands were clutching the taller man’s shirt so hard it would be in serious need of an iron, but the desire he felt pooling with every nip and lick at his mouth only made his grip tighten.
The pair stumbled across the younger’s room, desperate to fall against the soft linens covering the even softer mattress, eyes screwed shut and legs bumping into every possible obstacle on their way. Luhan pushed Minseok down as soon as he realized they’d reached their destination, quickly moving to straddle his thighs. His hand rested on either side of the elder’s head, his own moving down to resume their tongue battle of sorts. While he was enjoying Minseok’s almost playful mouth on his own, the gasp that separated them as he ground his hips languidly against other’s was more than okay with him.
Hands that previously wrinkled garments found a new home threaded through Luhan’s hair as he sucked pink marks into Minseok’s neck, knowing he’d be killed by the coordinators, but yet again paying it no care. Their hips clashed in an uneven rhythm, both yearning for friction, for something more than just clothed groins, but with the arousal clouding their minds it was hard to do anything but rut together with the off-key harmony of their moans filling the space.
Minseok detached his hands, soon lowering them to undo the buttons of the younger man’s shirt, but tearing it off his body when he became too frustrated to continue. Luhan chuckled breathily, but cut himself off with a low groan when a slick pressure massaged his nipple, licking and sucking and doing nothing but arousing him further. He pushed the elder down once more, removing his shirt with ease he didn’t think he’d had at the time, and ceasing the movements of his hips.
Minseok whined, the noise seeming foreign to even his own ears, and bucked his clothed hips back up in an attempt to continue, practically pouting when slender hands held them pressed against the mattress. Said hands swiftly released him, moving mere inches over to unbutton and remove the elder’s jeans. A relieved sigh echoed through the room; the confines of his pants had become almost too much. Once stripped down to only his boxers, Minseok moved to reciprocate, pulling the younger’s trousers down and letting them drop to floor before he was once again attacked by hungry lips on his own.
They resumed their frottage, the thin layer of cloth being an improvement to the rough denim they’d suffered through merely minutes before. Luhan sat up suddenly, causing the elder to whine once more, and instead trailed his mouth down the expanse of skin before him, paying extra attention to the more sensitive areas he’d mapped out over the course of their relationship. Fingers dipped under a waistband, Minseok now fully exposed to the room as his undergarments were thrown who-knows-where behind them. Luhan couldn’t help but stare at the erection, feeling the warmth course through him as he thought of what was to come.
The younger’s mouth was hot and wet around his length; an unexpected sensation that had him curling his fingers into the sheets beneath them. Luhan began his ministrations, head bobbing just so, tongue flicking out to trace the vein on the underside, and hands once again holding hips down to keep him from gagging. Gasps and moans mixed with obscene slurping to create an undeniable melody for any poor soul who was to walk by their hastily closed - read: ajar - door.
“Lu-Luhan…” He could feel the pressure building low in his abdomen, a familiar feeling being the tell-tale sign of his nearing release. Luhan, feeling Minseok’s body tense with every added lick and movement of his lips, released the head and pushed himself upwards. He moved the elder’s hands to work their way into his own boxers, pleading silently to match the strokes he was already making on the other’s length. Strong, yet still trembling, hands seemed to get the idea, twisting and stroking in time with the younger.
Lidded gazes met, both implying the same message. Lips crushing together one last time, they made their final tugs, releasing within moments of each other. Luhan collapsed to the side, body spent and covered in fluids he didn’t care to notice. Pants filled the air again as they curled into each other, pressing lazy kisses anywhere they could reach. They both knew they would have to rise soon to shower and change the sheets Luhan usually hated anyone but himself touching, but the thought was ignored, replaced instead with over-heating cuddles and the overwhelming desire to sleep
Lu Han/Xiumin; NC-17; ~900 w.; Smut
They knew they were moving too fast.
They knew they were moving a little too fast, that neither was sure if the other was truly ready for what they were about to do, but if either cared at all at this point was debatable as they crashed their lips together, hands scrambling to take hold of something, anything that might keep them grounded to reality. Luhan’s arms easily curled around the older man’s slim waist, pulling him closer and closer still, needing to feel the other’s skin rub against his own. Minseok’s shaking hands were clutching the taller man’s shirt so hard it would be in serious need of an iron, but the desire he felt pooling with every nip and lick at his mouth only made his grip tighten.
The pair stumbled across the younger’s room, desperate to fall against the soft linens covering the even softer mattress, eyes screwed shut and legs bumping into every possible obstacle on their way. Luhan pushed Minseok down as soon as he realized they’d reached their destination, quickly moving to straddle his thighs. His hand rested on either side of the elder’s head, his own moving down to resume their tongue battle of sorts. While he was enjoying Minseok’s almost playful mouth on his own, the gasp that separated them as he ground his hips languidly against other’s was more than okay with him.
Hands that previously wrinkled garments found a new home threaded through Luhan’s hair as he sucked pink marks into Minseok’s neck, knowing he’d be killed by the coordinators, but yet again paying it no care. Their hips clashed in an uneven rhythm, both yearning for friction, for something more than just clothed groins, but with the arousal clouding their minds it was hard to do anything but rut together with the off-key harmony of their moans filling the space.
Minseok detached his hands, soon lowering them to undo the buttons of the younger man’s shirt, but tearing it off his body when he became too frustrated to continue. Luhan chuckled breathily, but cut himself off with a low groan when a slick pressure massaged his nipple, licking and sucking and doing nothing but arousing him further. He pushed the elder down once more, removing his shirt with ease he didn’t think he’d had at the time, and ceasing the movements of his hips.
Minseok whined, the noise seeming foreign to even his own ears, and bucked his clothed hips back up in an attempt to continue, practically pouting when slender hands held them pressed against the mattress. Said hands swiftly released him, moving mere inches over to unbutton and remove the elder’s jeans. A relieved sigh echoed through the room; the confines of his pants had become almost too much. Once stripped down to only his boxers, Minseok moved to reciprocate, pulling the younger’s trousers down and letting them drop to floor before he was once again attacked by hungry lips on his own.
They resumed their frottage, the thin layer of cloth being an improvement to the rough denim they’d suffered through merely minutes before. Luhan sat up suddenly, causing the elder to whine once more, and instead trailed his mouth down the expanse of skin before him, paying extra attention to the more sensitive areas he’d mapped out over the course of their relationship. Fingers dipped under a waistband, Minseok now fully exposed to the room as his undergarments were thrown who-knows-where behind them. Luhan couldn’t help but stare at the erection, feeling the warmth course through him as he thought of what was to come.
The younger’s mouth was hot and wet around his length; an unexpected sensation that had him curling his fingers into the sheets beneath them. Luhan began his ministrations, head bobbing just so, tongue flicking out to trace the vein on the underside, and hands once again holding hips down to keep him from gagging. Gasps and moans mixed with obscene slurping to create an undeniable melody for any poor soul who was to walk by their hastily closed - read: ajar - door.
“Lu-Luhan…” He could feel the pressure building low in his abdomen, a familiar feeling being the tell-tale sign of his nearing release. Luhan, feeling Minseok’s body tense with every added lick and movement of his lips, released the head and pushed himself upwards. He moved the elder’s hands to work their way into his own boxers, pleading silently to match the strokes he was already making on the other’s length. Strong, yet still trembling, hands seemed to get the idea, twisting and stroking in time with the younger.
Lidded gazes met, both implying the same message. Lips crushing together one last time, they made their final tugs, releasing within moments of each other. Luhan collapsed to the side, body spent and covered in fluids he didn’t care to notice. Pants filled the air again as they curled into each other, pressing lazy kisses anywhere they could reach. They both knew they would have to rise soon to shower and change the sheets Luhan usually hated anyone but himself touching, but the thought was ignored, replaced instead with over-heating cuddles and the overwhelming desire to sleep