harder to breathe
Title: harder to breathe
Rating: l for luhan's dirty thoughts
Length: ~550 words
Pairing: xiumin/luhan
Luhan’s favorite part of Minseok isn’t his cheeks.
He does love them, round and soft and white. He likes to touch them, stroking a finger down the side of Minseok’s face when he isn’t paying attention. He knows Minseok hates it, gets lightly shoved away every time, but he can’t help himself. He loves to feel the smooth silk of Minseok’s skin under his fingertips.
But as much as he loves Minseok’s cheeks (loves everything about his face) they aren’t his favorite part.
His favorite part of Minseok is his lips. He loves to look at them, watching them move through familiar Korean or stumble over awkward Mandarin. He likes the way the arching curves of Minseok’s upper lip disappear when he laughs. He loves the fullness of Minseok’s lower lip, pouting out slightly.
Luhan looks at Minseok’s lips and thinks that they must feel even softer than his cheeks. He thinks about kissing them, tracing their edges with his tongue. He thinks about softly biting into Minseok’s plush lower lip then sucking it into his mouth to soothe away the sting. He thinks about how they would look after Luhan kissed them, red and swollen and wet with his saliva.
Luhan thinks about how they would feel, sliding against his own lips before pulling away to press their way down his neck. They would be soft and gentle at first as Minseok teased him, drawing out soft moans and softer pleas. But soon Minseok would lose patience and they would open up as Minseok sucked wet pink marks down Luhan’s neck, down his chest.
Luhan likes imagining them wrapped around his nipple, sucking lightly, the slight press of teeth and a flickering of tongue against him. They’d make an obscene noise as they pulled away and then parted for Minseok’s tongue to sneak out and tease over his sensitive skin. They would linger there, sucking biting kissing, for a few breathless minutes before continuing downward.
They would look so pretty against the head of Luhan’s cock, tongue flickering out to taste him. They would press soft kisses up and down his shaft, gliding smoothly over his sensitive skin. They would look even better wrapped around him, sucking him off. Minseok would tease him, pulling back so that only the tip of Luhan’s cock stayed pressed between his lips before slowly sinking down, lips sliding down his shaft. He would suck and lick and kiss until Luhan writhed under him.
And then he would pull back so Luhan could come against them. He thinks about that the most, painting Minseok’s lips white with his come. He would watch Minseok’s tongue slowly licking every trace of come off his lips, knowing that every time that tongue flickered out for the rest of the day he would still be tasting Luhan there.
These are the things Luhan thinks about when he looks at Minseok. He sees the smooth curve of Minseok’s cheeks and the perfect arch of his brows and the slant of his eyes and he loves all of those things the same way he loves the lightness of Minseok’s laugh and the softness of his skin and the strength in his thighs.
But he likes Minseok’s lips the most. And sometimes, as he watches them pout playfully or curve into gleeful smiles, he thinks maybe, one day, he’ll be able to taste them.
A/N: for lara
Rating: l for luhan's dirty thoughts
Length: ~550 words
Pairing: xiumin/luhan
Luhan’s favorite part of Minseok isn’t his cheeks.
He does love them, round and soft and white. He likes to touch them, stroking a finger down the side of Minseok’s face when he isn’t paying attention. He knows Minseok hates it, gets lightly shoved away every time, but he can’t help himself. He loves to feel the smooth silk of Minseok’s skin under his fingertips.
But as much as he loves Minseok’s cheeks (loves everything about his face) they aren’t his favorite part.
His favorite part of Minseok is his lips. He loves to look at them, watching them move through familiar Korean or stumble over awkward Mandarin. He likes the way the arching curves of Minseok’s upper lip disappear when he laughs. He loves the fullness of Minseok’s lower lip, pouting out slightly.
Luhan looks at Minseok’s lips and thinks that they must feel even softer than his cheeks. He thinks about kissing them, tracing their edges with his tongue. He thinks about softly biting into Minseok’s plush lower lip then sucking it into his mouth to soothe away the sting. He thinks about how they would look after Luhan kissed them, red and swollen and wet with his saliva.
Luhan thinks about how they would feel, sliding against his own lips before pulling away to press their way down his neck. They would be soft and gentle at first as Minseok teased him, drawing out soft moans and softer pleas. But soon Minseok would lose patience and they would open up as Minseok sucked wet pink marks down Luhan’s neck, down his chest.
Luhan likes imagining them wrapped around his nipple, sucking lightly, the slight press of teeth and a flickering of tongue against him. They’d make an obscene noise as they pulled away and then parted for Minseok’s tongue to sneak out and tease over his sensitive skin. They would linger there, sucking biting kissing, for a few breathless minutes before continuing downward.
They would look so pretty against the head of Luhan’s cock, tongue flickering out to taste him. They would press soft kisses up and down his shaft, gliding smoothly over his sensitive skin. They would look even better wrapped around him, sucking him off. Minseok would tease him, pulling back so that only the tip of Luhan’s cock stayed pressed between his lips before slowly sinking down, lips sliding down his shaft. He would suck and lick and kiss until Luhan writhed under him.
And then he would pull back so Luhan could come against them. He thinks about that the most, painting Minseok’s lips white with his come. He would watch Minseok’s tongue slowly licking every trace of come off his lips, knowing that every time that tongue flickered out for the rest of the day he would still be tasting Luhan there.
These are the things Luhan thinks about when he looks at Minseok. He sees the smooth curve of Minseok’s cheeks and the perfect arch of his brows and the slant of his eyes and he loves all of those things the same way he loves the lightness of Minseok’s laugh and the softness of his skin and the strength in his thighs.
But he likes Minseok’s lips the most. And sometimes, as he watches them pout playfully or curve into gleeful smiles, he thinks maybe, one day, he’ll be able to taste them.
A/N: for lara