Egyptian Cotton
Title: Egyptian Cotton
Pairing: Joonmyun/Luhan
Rating: PG-13
Length: 390w
Summary: Luhan convinces Joonmyun to buy him a pair of designer shoes.
Luhan stares at the ceiling as he lies in bed, covers wrapped around him and keeping him warm in the air-conditioned room. Charlotte Thomas’ one thousand thread count Egyptian cotton bed sheets are extremely soft to touch and Luhan feels himself sinking into the sheets and the plush mattress.
The door opens and Luhan looks to his right as Joonmyun walks in, dressed in his usual black business suit that's perfectly tailored and sticks to his body in all the right places. Luhan just keeps watching, even when Joonmyun is setting his briefcase at his desk and taking off his suit jacket and tie.
His eyes are trained on Joonmyun's body as he approaches him on the bed, pulling the covers aside a bit before climbing into bed next to him. Luhan immediately curls up against Joonmyun when Joonmyun’s arm goes behind him, placing his head on Joonmyun's chest and then looking up at him with a soft smile on his face.
"Hi," Luhan greets, leaning into Joonmyun's hand when it comes down to cup his jaw.
"You're here early today," Joonmyun comments as his fingers stroke at the skin below Luhan's ear.
"I have something to ask you," Luhan starts, fingers tracing patterns on Joonmyun's chest. "But you have to promise you won't get angry."
The hand that combs through Luhan's hair lets him know that Joonmyun is waiting for him to continue. His hand travels lower to Joonmyun's tummy and stops there before he speaks up again.
“You know those Givenchy shoes you bought me last week? The off-white one?" Luhan says, fingers starting to play with the waistband of Joonmyun's pants.
“Yes,” Joonmyun asks, nails lightly scratching at Luhan’s scalp.
“They have it in white and it’s prettier, so I was wondering if you could buy them for me,” Luhan requests as he dips his hand into Joonmyun’s pants, fingers wandering into dangerous territory and stroking him through the fabric of his underwear.
“Uh,” Joonmyun stutters, his breathing getting heavier. “Sure.”
“You’re the best, thank you,” Luhan squeals, kissing him square on the lips and then jumping straight out of bed to run towards the computer sitting on Joonmyun’s desk.
“Luhan, you can’t just leave me here,” Joonmyun shouts, shocked, as he watches Luhan ignore him and order his shoes online with Joonmyun’s black credit card.
Pairing: Joonmyun/Luhan
Rating: PG-13
Length: 390w
Summary: Luhan convinces Joonmyun to buy him a pair of designer shoes.
Luhan stares at the ceiling as he lies in bed, covers wrapped around him and keeping him warm in the air-conditioned room. Charlotte Thomas’ one thousand thread count Egyptian cotton bed sheets are extremely soft to touch and Luhan feels himself sinking into the sheets and the plush mattress.
The door opens and Luhan looks to his right as Joonmyun walks in, dressed in his usual black business suit that's perfectly tailored and sticks to his body in all the right places. Luhan just keeps watching, even when Joonmyun is setting his briefcase at his desk and taking off his suit jacket and tie.
His eyes are trained on Joonmyun's body as he approaches him on the bed, pulling the covers aside a bit before climbing into bed next to him. Luhan immediately curls up against Joonmyun when Joonmyun’s arm goes behind him, placing his head on Joonmyun's chest and then looking up at him with a soft smile on his face.
"Hi," Luhan greets, leaning into Joonmyun's hand when it comes down to cup his jaw.
"You're here early today," Joonmyun comments as his fingers stroke at the skin below Luhan's ear.
"I have something to ask you," Luhan starts, fingers tracing patterns on Joonmyun's chest. "But you have to promise you won't get angry."
The hand that combs through Luhan's hair lets him know that Joonmyun is waiting for him to continue. His hand travels lower to Joonmyun's tummy and stops there before he speaks up again.
“You know those Givenchy shoes you bought me last week? The off-white one?" Luhan says, fingers starting to play with the waistband of Joonmyun's pants.
“Yes,” Joonmyun asks, nails lightly scratching at Luhan’s scalp.
“They have it in white and it’s prettier, so I was wondering if you could buy them for me,” Luhan requests as he dips his hand into Joonmyun’s pants, fingers wandering into dangerous territory and stroking him through the fabric of his underwear.
“Uh,” Joonmyun stutters, his breathing getting heavier. “Sure.”
“You’re the best, thank you,” Luhan squeals, kissing him square on the lips and then jumping straight out of bed to run towards the computer sitting on Joonmyun’s desk.
“Luhan, you can’t just leave me here,” Joonmyun shouts, shocked, as he watches Luhan ignore him and order his shoes online with Joonmyun’s black credit card.