What U Need
What U Need / fanxing / 3k
All he needs is Yifan; his boyfriend's warmth and the feeling of home that allows him to settle in those strong, welcoming arms.
notes: more birthday fic for my baby boy because why not? :p also unedited and not beta read. this is actually just the first part, obviously. i hope you enjoy it anyway! ALSO, have you watched xingxing’s mv?? btw, title has nothing to do with the song :p
"Xing-chan!" Yixing straightens up from where he's been typing in front of his laptop for what feels like hours already. When he turns around, he isn't even surprised to see one of his seniors, the man who is six years older than him but acts like he's just six years old instead. The elder reminds him greatly of a character from one of the animes he's recently finished watching, even his hair looks like Oikawa's.
It's the real-life Oikawa, he thinks.
Months before he would have thought that he'll have troubles weaving himself into the camaraderie already built within that office, in the small space in that big company, worrying whether his Japanese would be good enough despite years of studying and passing the JLPT even though he was aware beforehand that English will be the more commonly used language in their department. But here he is, his female co-workers and seniors fond of him and his same-age male colleagues always inviting him to goukons which he more often than not politely declines.
"Konoda-san," the younger says as embarrassment paints his cheeks, "please stop calling me that already."
"O~kay!" Konoda signs to him with his thumb and pointer finger creating a circle, smiling like a high-schooler. "Ah, right!" The elder changes his expression, placing a finger on his chin when he remembers something. "Someone is actually looking for you downstairs. He speaks English really well," his senior starts describing the person who came to see Yixing, lifting one finger for every description, "he's tall, deep voice, sharp eyebrows-" Konoda stops when the intern abruptly stands up from his chair, head turning to where the clock is to see that it is already ten minutes past seven. His senior gives him a warm smile, hiding his hands in his pockets as he leans against the door frame.
"Get out of here already."
Yixing heeds the elder's instructions, shoving his notebook into his laptop bag and other materials he might need. He greets his colleagues goodbye and stops by the door where his senior is.
"Celebrate your birthday well, Xing-chan." Konoda's eyes form crescents and if he didn't have to rush out and meet he person he thinks is there for him, he would have asked the elder to stop with the embarrassing nickname once more.
"I will!" Yixing grins wide. "Thank you Konoda-san!" Then he's out of the door and down the hall to where the elevators are, punching the down button one too many times in hopes of making it arrive faster. Thankfully he only had to wait for a few seconds and soon he is waltzing to the lobby, eyes searching the face he wishes to see so badly.
"Yixing!" He hears his name from behind and when he turns he sees a gummy smile, the one he misses the most. When he looks up to meet the warm brown eyes, he can feel his cheeks hurting from how wide his smile is. His vision starts becoming blurry and in the watery view he can see Yifan walking up to him. Soon he feels himself wrapped in strong arms, his face pushed towards a firm chest. He almost drops his laptop case when he lifts his arms to keep himself plastered against the taller male.
"Yifan, you're here." Yixing finds himself repeating the words over and over while he feels his boyfriend's large hand caress his back.
"Yes, yes, I'm here." Yifan breathes hot into the younger's scalp, "I'm here, Yixing." If they were at home, the shorter male would have melted in his beloved's arms but the loud conversations around them reminds him that they are still outside. A huge part of him wants to do nothing but pull the taller one down by the collar of his shirt and just kiss him but they are still out in public and he doubts he will not get strange looks from the people surrounding them if he acts out his wish. Against his wants, the brunet pulls away from his boyfriend and drags him out of his office building, standing to the side.
Once outside, Yixing stares in awe at his boyfriend's figure, very real in front of him. Shaking his head after seeing the amused smile on the taller male's lips, he starts asking why Yifan is there in Tokyo, not in Shanghai where his work is but no matter how much he tries to string words in his brain only one-word questions come out of his mouth.
"How? Wha-Why?"
The taller male chuckles and pinches the brunet's cheek, effectively making the other stop. Yixing just looks at him, still in disbelief that Yifan is there when he is sure he just facetimed his boyfriend that morning before he went to work.
"How, I flew here lunchtime then I went straight to your flat to pack some of your clothes." The elder lifts the duffel bag on his left hand, large enough to carry both of their belongings for a possible overnight trip. "Why, well, because it's your birthday." Yifan shrugs, eyes twinkling when he leans down to bump their foreheads lightly.
There is understanding in the younger's eyes but worry fills them once more, "But what about work?"
"You have your birthday leave and I filed for a leave for today and tomorrow. You already know I have the weekends off." Yifan's lips stretch wide, not pointing out how obvious the answer is to his boyfriend's query.
"Ah, wait," Yixing reaches for the elder's wrist when the taller male starts dragging him towards the direction of the train station, "Lu Han said he had something plan-" The knowing smile on Yifan's lips makes the younger halt, the puzzle pieces falling into place when he was wondering why his best friend volunteered to take care of what they will do for his birthday, the elder arguing that he has been in Japan for two years so he should know how to celebrate Yixing's birthday. "You," the shorter male breathes out, Yifan just smiles cheekily in response before dragging the younger towards the train station again.
Once they are already seated, luckily catching a fairly empty carriage, Yixing turns to Yifan who has yet to let go of his hand.
"Where are we going?" The younger asks, having been dragged into the train without knowing of their destination, forgetting to inquire about it due to his amazement by Yifan's presence beside him.
The elder reaches into his pocket to produce his smartphone, unlocking it then tapping his Notes app.
"Takeshiba Pier," he answers after finding what he is looking for.
"The pier?" Yixing's eyebrows meet in the middle, confused, "And then after?"
"That's a secret." Yifan smiles, boyish, like when he and Yixing first met in Lu Han's birthday party, three years before. The younger felt a certain pull towards the taller male at that specific moment which the then-blond male will later tell him he also felt. He starts having the same feelings once more when he sees the way his boyfriend's cheeks curve around his cheekbones, mirth playing in his eyes.
Yixing musters up enough strength to push the feeling to the side, else he might walk into disaster. "I will just trust you then?"
The edges of Yifan's smile becomes soft as he reaches up to clear the younger's bangs so he can meet the other's gaze before saying, "When did you never?"
"But Yifan," Yixing whines, jutting his lips out in a pout, hoping it will make the elder's resolve waver. He can see it shaking for a second but Yifan quickly reins it in, turning his head away and keeping his lips shut tight.
"It's a surprise, baobei." He looks at Yixing with just his eyes, wearing a smug smile on his face as he repeats, "A surprise."
The shorter male huffs, crossing his arms over his chest before leaning against the back of the seat, knowing they still have at least twenty minutes until they get to the station where they have to get off. They spend the rest of the ride in silence, glancing at each other every now and then, locking gazes from time to time and playing with the other's hand only to let go when they hear someone clearing their throats.
Once they reach the port, having walked for about ten minutes, the first thing they try to find is a restaurant. When Yixing worries about them being late to board, Yifan only tells him that they still have time to spare. After a bowl of ramen each, they walk to the harbor where they get a scenic view of the Rainbow Bridge, the lights that make it famous for its name switched on as if to kick off Yixing's special day.
"You're still not going to tell me where we're going?" The younger asks, eyes still trained to the bridge, flitting from time to time to where Odaiba is, the city lights always enchanting.
"I'll tell you later," Yifan smiles at him, seeing the other's pearly whites from the corner of his eye, "Don't worry."
"I thought this is for my birthday." Yixing links arms with Yifan, pinching his boyfriend's bicep when he rests his hand on it.
"It is but it's still the sixth."
The younger answers the taller male's reply with a groan but he doesn't put up a fight. Instead, Yixing lets the lights take his attention. His lips stretch in a content smile when he feels Yifan leave a kiss on the crown of his head, adding pressure after he says, "I missed you so much," the words hot and real against his skin. The brunet unconsciously inhales deeply when he feels Yifan inhale his scent, not minding that a day's worth of sweat is mixing with the scent of Yixing's shampoo.
"Me too." The words leave the younger's lips just above a whisper and a part of him fears the breeze took it away without letting Yifan hear it. So Yixing lifts his head and tugs the taller male to look at him, tiptoeing to breath onto the elder's skin, voice louder this time, "I missed you too, so so much."
They stay there standing for a few minutes before deciding to find a place where they can sit to wait for boarding. The time passes with them sharing a few stories they haven't told the other in the three months they were separated. When Yifan shares a possible promotion, after being employed for not even a year, Yixing's chest swells with pride. His boyfriend has always been so passionate about his work and although it may sound boring to the younger, he always listens eagerly as if to hear about what small tasks the taller male does every day will help him get to know that side of him better.
At ten o'clock, Yifan notices the shorter male's eyes closing before Yixing blinks the sleep away. Thankfully they're boarding the ship in a few minutes so he rouses his boyfriend to wake his senses before walking towards the ship they're supposed to embark on.
"Niijima?" Yixing widens his eyes, sleep already obvious in them, when he chances a glance on the tickets in Yifan's hands.
"Ugh, you weren't supposed to know until we get there." The elder groans but he doesn't really look annoyed, the pout on his lips showing complaint more than irritation.
"I was bound to know." The younger shrugs, taking the tickets and examining them. "I'm the one who is fluent in Japanese here, not you."
"I want you to sleep throughout the ride, okay?" Yifan asks when the smaller male hands him back the tickets after commenting about their arrival time in Niijima. "I wanted to take the High-Speed Ferry with you but Lu Han said there are only specific times that they leave and you still had work today so we decided on having this instead."
"I'm guessing we're only staying the day?" Yixing points to the duffel bag that carries both of their clothes, something he confirmed while they were eating, squeezing his coat in it and putting his tie in one of the free side pockets.
"Overnight." The elder smiles, offering to take the laptop case that is threatening to fall on the ground with how many times Yixing has had to pull the strap back up to his shoulder. The brunet declines the offer, however, smiling sleepily as they finally enter the ship, a woman ushering them to where their cabin is.
"A deluxe cabin?" The shorter male drops his laptop bag in one of the beds, eyes on the glass door where the balcony is, the city lights twinkling from the distance.
"You didn't see it a while ago?" Yifan places the duffel bag on the table, opening it then pulling out the small bag of toiletries.
Yixing hums as he walks closer to the sliding door, opening it to let the breeze in, the wind making the curtains rustle, "I must have been too sleepy to notice."
"I was wondering why you weren't freaking out."
Yifan's voice sounds close and the next moment, Yixing is already being pulled to rest against a warm chest, arms coming around his waist as lips find their way to his ear. He doesn't say anything but the hot breath that leaves his mouth is enough to make the younger shiver, hands gripping the taller one's arms when he finally feels those lips press kisses on the outer shell of his ear.
"Wash up and go to sleep, love. I have a lot planned for tomorrow." Yifan whispers on the back of his ear, making the hairs on his arms stand up. It has been so long ever since they've had physical contact, that every little thing his boyfriend does sparks a flame within him, his body wanting to act upon those desires. But he is exhausted from the day's work and as much as he wants to make the most of his time with Yifan and satisfy his carnal cravings, he knows he wouldn't have enough energy to even last a minute. He gingerly pulls away, disappearing into the bathroom after receiving a kiss to his forehead. It is quite frustrating because he wants more but he argues that he needs to brush his teeth first.
Fresh out of the shower, a towel hangs low on Yixing's waist, hair still damp and parts of his body glistens with the water. He rummages through the duffel bag for a fresh pair of boxers when he hears Yifan talking, unaware that his sleeping form was just a hoax.
"You're tempting me, aren't you?" Yifan asks from where is lying down on the bed, watching Yixing through lidded eyes as the smaller male unravels the towel. He suppresses the groan that threatens to escape him, especially when the younger bends with his ass towards the taller male so he can wear his boxers.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Yixing replies nonchalantly, looking unaffected by the way his boyfriend is watching his every move.
The ship has started moving halfway through his shower and they are quite far from the pier now. It is sailing fairly smoothly towards its destination with a little swaying here and there, nothing Yixing can manage but he pretends to fall onto Yifan the next time he feels the ship sway, plastering his front against his boyfriend's body.
The elder clicks his tongue, no annoyance just for show. "Sure you don't. It's not like you're the most cunning person I know." Even when he says so, his arms wrap around Yixing's body, feeling the supple skin under his calloused palms.
The younger sighs in contentment, nose nuzzling the side of Yifan's neck when he feels the warm hand caress his back. "You make it sound like I do bad things for a living."
A small laugh escapes the elder's throat, his body shaking lightly to accompany the sound and then it's silent in their room. When Yifan takes a peek of his boyfriend, Yixing's eyes are already closed, lips parted slightly and puffing hot air to his skin.
"Baobei, asleep already?" The younger murmurs something about Yifan asking him to rest, making the taller male chuckle. He checks the time and sees it's just a few seconds past midnight. Uncaring whether the action wakes the younger, he lifts Yixing's chin up and places a kiss on his lips. They've both been avoiding it because they know what the contact will do to their body, rousing the hidden desires they have for each other. But with the smaller male already halfway to dreamland and him tired to the bones, he knows they will be able to stop themselves when needed.
Yixing thinks, as he feels the elder's warm and soft lips against his slowly fill the empty space that grew from their parting, this is exactly what he needs at the moment. He doesn't need a birthday cake, an expensive gift, not even a break from work. All he needs is Yifan; his boyfriend's warmth and the feeling of home that allows him to settle in those strong, welcoming arms. The kiss they are currently sharing, that is gradually deepening, is just a bonus right now, a sweet bonus.
The elder pulls away after leaving a light peck on Yixing's lips, ending their searing kiss a little chaste. He watches as the brunet's eyebrows furrow and his lips jut out accompanied by a whine. Yixing doesn't even bother opening his eyes, only leaning closer to where he thinks his boyfriend's lips are. He lands his mouth squarely against the elder's, smiling for a second before moving his lips again, the lazy motions they've been following abruptly stopped by Yifan once again.
Before he can hear another protest from the younger, Yifan decides to greet him, wanting to be the first.
"Happy birthday, Yixing."
The pout on the birthday boy's lips disappear to make way for a sleepy smile, the stretch of his lips wide enough for his dimple to crescent dip on his right cheek.
"Thank you, Yifan."
"Anything for you, love." The elder places a kisses on Yixing's temple, lips moving hot and soft against the younger's skin, "Anything and everything."
All he needs is Yifan; his boyfriend's warmth and the feeling of home that allows him to settle in those strong, welcoming arms.
notes: more birthday fic for my baby boy because why not? :p also unedited and not beta read. this is actually just the first part, obviously. i hope you enjoy it anyway! ALSO, have you watched xingxing’s mv?? btw, title has nothing to do with the song :p
"Xing-chan!" Yixing straightens up from where he's been typing in front of his laptop for what feels like hours already. When he turns around, he isn't even surprised to see one of his seniors, the man who is six years older than him but acts like he's just six years old instead. The elder reminds him greatly of a character from one of the animes he's recently finished watching, even his hair looks like Oikawa's.
It's the real-life Oikawa, he thinks.
Months before he would have thought that he'll have troubles weaving himself into the camaraderie already built within that office, in the small space in that big company, worrying whether his Japanese would be good enough despite years of studying and passing the JLPT even though he was aware beforehand that English will be the more commonly used language in their department. But here he is, his female co-workers and seniors fond of him and his same-age male colleagues always inviting him to goukons which he more often than not politely declines.
"Konoda-san," the younger says as embarrassment paints his cheeks, "please stop calling me that already."
"O~kay!" Konoda signs to him with his thumb and pointer finger creating a circle, smiling like a high-schooler. "Ah, right!" The elder changes his expression, placing a finger on his chin when he remembers something. "Someone is actually looking for you downstairs. He speaks English really well," his senior starts describing the person who came to see Yixing, lifting one finger for every description, "he's tall, deep voice, sharp eyebrows-" Konoda stops when the intern abruptly stands up from his chair, head turning to where the clock is to see that it is already ten minutes past seven. His senior gives him a warm smile, hiding his hands in his pockets as he leans against the door frame.
"Get out of here already."
Yixing heeds the elder's instructions, shoving his notebook into his laptop bag and other materials he might need. He greets his colleagues goodbye and stops by the door where his senior is.
"Celebrate your birthday well, Xing-chan." Konoda's eyes form crescents and if he didn't have to rush out and meet he person he thinks is there for him, he would have asked the elder to stop with the embarrassing nickname once more.
"I will!" Yixing grins wide. "Thank you Konoda-san!" Then he's out of the door and down the hall to where the elevators are, punching the down button one too many times in hopes of making it arrive faster. Thankfully he only had to wait for a few seconds and soon he is waltzing to the lobby, eyes searching the face he wishes to see so badly.
"Yixing!" He hears his name from behind and when he turns he sees a gummy smile, the one he misses the most. When he looks up to meet the warm brown eyes, he can feel his cheeks hurting from how wide his smile is. His vision starts becoming blurry and in the watery view he can see Yifan walking up to him. Soon he feels himself wrapped in strong arms, his face pushed towards a firm chest. He almost drops his laptop case when he lifts his arms to keep himself plastered against the taller male.
"Yifan, you're here." Yixing finds himself repeating the words over and over while he feels his boyfriend's large hand caress his back.
"Yes, yes, I'm here." Yifan breathes hot into the younger's scalp, "I'm here, Yixing." If they were at home, the shorter male would have melted in his beloved's arms but the loud conversations around them reminds him that they are still outside. A huge part of him wants to do nothing but pull the taller one down by the collar of his shirt and just kiss him but they are still out in public and he doubts he will not get strange looks from the people surrounding them if he acts out his wish. Against his wants, the brunet pulls away from his boyfriend and drags him out of his office building, standing to the side.
Once outside, Yixing stares in awe at his boyfriend's figure, very real in front of him. Shaking his head after seeing the amused smile on the taller male's lips, he starts asking why Yifan is there in Tokyo, not in Shanghai where his work is but no matter how much he tries to string words in his brain only one-word questions come out of his mouth.
"How? Wha-Why?"
The taller male chuckles and pinches the brunet's cheek, effectively making the other stop. Yixing just looks at him, still in disbelief that Yifan is there when he is sure he just facetimed his boyfriend that morning before he went to work.
"How, I flew here lunchtime then I went straight to your flat to pack some of your clothes." The elder lifts the duffel bag on his left hand, large enough to carry both of their belongings for a possible overnight trip. "Why, well, because it's your birthday." Yifan shrugs, eyes twinkling when he leans down to bump their foreheads lightly.
There is understanding in the younger's eyes but worry fills them once more, "But what about work?"
"You have your birthday leave and I filed for a leave for today and tomorrow. You already know I have the weekends off." Yifan's lips stretch wide, not pointing out how obvious the answer is to his boyfriend's query.
"Ah, wait," Yixing reaches for the elder's wrist when the taller male starts dragging him towards the direction of the train station, "Lu Han said he had something plan-" The knowing smile on Yifan's lips makes the younger halt, the puzzle pieces falling into place when he was wondering why his best friend volunteered to take care of what they will do for his birthday, the elder arguing that he has been in Japan for two years so he should know how to celebrate Yixing's birthday. "You," the shorter male breathes out, Yifan just smiles cheekily in response before dragging the younger towards the train station again.
Once they are already seated, luckily catching a fairly empty carriage, Yixing turns to Yifan who has yet to let go of his hand.
"Where are we going?" The younger asks, having been dragged into the train without knowing of their destination, forgetting to inquire about it due to his amazement by Yifan's presence beside him.
The elder reaches into his pocket to produce his smartphone, unlocking it then tapping his Notes app.
"Takeshiba Pier," he answers after finding what he is looking for.
"The pier?" Yixing's eyebrows meet in the middle, confused, "And then after?"
"That's a secret." Yifan smiles, boyish, like when he and Yixing first met in Lu Han's birthday party, three years before. The younger felt a certain pull towards the taller male at that specific moment which the then-blond male will later tell him he also felt. He starts having the same feelings once more when he sees the way his boyfriend's cheeks curve around his cheekbones, mirth playing in his eyes.
Yixing musters up enough strength to push the feeling to the side, else he might walk into disaster. "I will just trust you then?"
The edges of Yifan's smile becomes soft as he reaches up to clear the younger's bangs so he can meet the other's gaze before saying, "When did you never?"
"But Yifan," Yixing whines, jutting his lips out in a pout, hoping it will make the elder's resolve waver. He can see it shaking for a second but Yifan quickly reins it in, turning his head away and keeping his lips shut tight.
"It's a surprise, baobei." He looks at Yixing with just his eyes, wearing a smug smile on his face as he repeats, "A surprise."
The shorter male huffs, crossing his arms over his chest before leaning against the back of the seat, knowing they still have at least twenty minutes until they get to the station where they have to get off. They spend the rest of the ride in silence, glancing at each other every now and then, locking gazes from time to time and playing with the other's hand only to let go when they hear someone clearing their throats.
Once they reach the port, having walked for about ten minutes, the first thing they try to find is a restaurant. When Yixing worries about them being late to board, Yifan only tells him that they still have time to spare. After a bowl of ramen each, they walk to the harbor where they get a scenic view of the Rainbow Bridge, the lights that make it famous for its name switched on as if to kick off Yixing's special day.
"You're still not going to tell me where we're going?" The younger asks, eyes still trained to the bridge, flitting from time to time to where Odaiba is, the city lights always enchanting.
"I'll tell you later," Yifan smiles at him, seeing the other's pearly whites from the corner of his eye, "Don't worry."
"I thought this is for my birthday." Yixing links arms with Yifan, pinching his boyfriend's bicep when he rests his hand on it.
"It is but it's still the sixth."
The younger answers the taller male's reply with a groan but he doesn't put up a fight. Instead, Yixing lets the lights take his attention. His lips stretch in a content smile when he feels Yifan leave a kiss on the crown of his head, adding pressure after he says, "I missed you so much," the words hot and real against his skin. The brunet unconsciously inhales deeply when he feels Yifan inhale his scent, not minding that a day's worth of sweat is mixing with the scent of Yixing's shampoo.
"Me too." The words leave the younger's lips just above a whisper and a part of him fears the breeze took it away without letting Yifan hear it. So Yixing lifts his head and tugs the taller male to look at him, tiptoeing to breath onto the elder's skin, voice louder this time, "I missed you too, so so much."
They stay there standing for a few minutes before deciding to find a place where they can sit to wait for boarding. The time passes with them sharing a few stories they haven't told the other in the three months they were separated. When Yifan shares a possible promotion, after being employed for not even a year, Yixing's chest swells with pride. His boyfriend has always been so passionate about his work and although it may sound boring to the younger, he always listens eagerly as if to hear about what small tasks the taller male does every day will help him get to know that side of him better.
At ten o'clock, Yifan notices the shorter male's eyes closing before Yixing blinks the sleep away. Thankfully they're boarding the ship in a few minutes so he rouses his boyfriend to wake his senses before walking towards the ship they're supposed to embark on.
"Niijima?" Yixing widens his eyes, sleep already obvious in them, when he chances a glance on the tickets in Yifan's hands.
"Ugh, you weren't supposed to know until we get there." The elder groans but he doesn't really look annoyed, the pout on his lips showing complaint more than irritation.
"I was bound to know." The younger shrugs, taking the tickets and examining them. "I'm the one who is fluent in Japanese here, not you."
"I want you to sleep throughout the ride, okay?" Yifan asks when the smaller male hands him back the tickets after commenting about their arrival time in Niijima. "I wanted to take the High-Speed Ferry with you but Lu Han said there are only specific times that they leave and you still had work today so we decided on having this instead."
"I'm guessing we're only staying the day?" Yixing points to the duffel bag that carries both of their clothes, something he confirmed while they were eating, squeezing his coat in it and putting his tie in one of the free side pockets.
"Overnight." The elder smiles, offering to take the laptop case that is threatening to fall on the ground with how many times Yixing has had to pull the strap back up to his shoulder. The brunet declines the offer, however, smiling sleepily as they finally enter the ship, a woman ushering them to where their cabin is.
"A deluxe cabin?" The shorter male drops his laptop bag in one of the beds, eyes on the glass door where the balcony is, the city lights twinkling from the distance.
"You didn't see it a while ago?" Yifan places the duffel bag on the table, opening it then pulling out the small bag of toiletries.
Yixing hums as he walks closer to the sliding door, opening it to let the breeze in, the wind making the curtains rustle, "I must have been too sleepy to notice."
"I was wondering why you weren't freaking out."
Yifan's voice sounds close and the next moment, Yixing is already being pulled to rest against a warm chest, arms coming around his waist as lips find their way to his ear. He doesn't say anything but the hot breath that leaves his mouth is enough to make the younger shiver, hands gripping the taller one's arms when he finally feels those lips press kisses on the outer shell of his ear.
"Wash up and go to sleep, love. I have a lot planned for tomorrow." Yifan whispers on the back of his ear, making the hairs on his arms stand up. It has been so long ever since they've had physical contact, that every little thing his boyfriend does sparks a flame within him, his body wanting to act upon those desires. But he is exhausted from the day's work and as much as he wants to make the most of his time with Yifan and satisfy his carnal cravings, he knows he wouldn't have enough energy to even last a minute. He gingerly pulls away, disappearing into the bathroom after receiving a kiss to his forehead. It is quite frustrating because he wants more but he argues that he needs to brush his teeth first.
Fresh out of the shower, a towel hangs low on Yixing's waist, hair still damp and parts of his body glistens with the water. He rummages through the duffel bag for a fresh pair of boxers when he hears Yifan talking, unaware that his sleeping form was just a hoax.
"You're tempting me, aren't you?" Yifan asks from where is lying down on the bed, watching Yixing through lidded eyes as the smaller male unravels the towel. He suppresses the groan that threatens to escape him, especially when the younger bends with his ass towards the taller male so he can wear his boxers.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Yixing replies nonchalantly, looking unaffected by the way his boyfriend is watching his every move.
The ship has started moving halfway through his shower and they are quite far from the pier now. It is sailing fairly smoothly towards its destination with a little swaying here and there, nothing Yixing can manage but he pretends to fall onto Yifan the next time he feels the ship sway, plastering his front against his boyfriend's body.
The elder clicks his tongue, no annoyance just for show. "Sure you don't. It's not like you're the most cunning person I know." Even when he says so, his arms wrap around Yixing's body, feeling the supple skin under his calloused palms.
The younger sighs in contentment, nose nuzzling the side of Yifan's neck when he feels the warm hand caress his back. "You make it sound like I do bad things for a living."
A small laugh escapes the elder's throat, his body shaking lightly to accompany the sound and then it's silent in their room. When Yifan takes a peek of his boyfriend, Yixing's eyes are already closed, lips parted slightly and puffing hot air to his skin.
"Baobei, asleep already?" The younger murmurs something about Yifan asking him to rest, making the taller male chuckle. He checks the time and sees it's just a few seconds past midnight. Uncaring whether the action wakes the younger, he lifts Yixing's chin up and places a kiss on his lips. They've both been avoiding it because they know what the contact will do to their body, rousing the hidden desires they have for each other. But with the smaller male already halfway to dreamland and him tired to the bones, he knows they will be able to stop themselves when needed.
Yixing thinks, as he feels the elder's warm and soft lips against his slowly fill the empty space that grew from their parting, this is exactly what he needs at the moment. He doesn't need a birthday cake, an expensive gift, not even a break from work. All he needs is Yifan; his boyfriend's warmth and the feeling of home that allows him to settle in those strong, welcoming arms. The kiss they are currently sharing, that is gradually deepening, is just a bonus right now, a sweet bonus.
The elder pulls away after leaving a light peck on Yixing's lips, ending their searing kiss a little chaste. He watches as the brunet's eyebrows furrow and his lips jut out accompanied by a whine. Yixing doesn't even bother opening his eyes, only leaning closer to where he thinks his boyfriend's lips are. He lands his mouth squarely against the elder's, smiling for a second before moving his lips again, the lazy motions they've been following abruptly stopped by Yifan once again.
Before he can hear another protest from the younger, Yifan decides to greet him, wanting to be the first.
"Happy birthday, Yixing."
The pout on the birthday boy's lips disappear to make way for a sleepy smile, the stretch of his lips wide enough for his dimple to crescent dip on his right cheek.
"Thank you, Yifan."
"Anything for you, love." The elder places a kisses on Yixing's temple, lips moving hot and soft against the younger's skin, "Anything and everything."