Play Pretend (2/3)
“Oh my god.” Lu Han’s jaw drops when he notices something on Yixing’s wrist, eyes widening and mouth pulling into a grin when he sees something identical on Yifan’s as well.
“What? Why?” Kai looks up from where he’s shoveling food into his mouth, eyes following where the other is pointing at the couple. When he sees the couple bracelet around their wrists he just nods and says, “Oh,” without much emotion as he already saw the accessories, he just smiles a little before returning to his food.
The Chinese then pulls at Sehun’s sleeves when he doesn’t get the big reaction he wants from Kai. The Korean design student turns to him with a lazy expression before his eyes follow where Lu Han is gesturing for him to look at Yifan and Yixing who are still grossly attached to each other like the couple that they should be. When the older of the two lifts a hand to clear the bangs that have fallen to cover the other’s eyes, Sehun sees the silver chain hanging on the taller male’s wrist. His eyes instantly fall where Yixing’s left hand is to find the same type of accessory, only a bit smaller than Yifan’s. The young Korean’s mouth hangs open and Lu Han claps his hands.
Zitao must have been observing them because he leans closer and places his chin on his classmate’s shoulder. Sehun, feeling the weight on his body, turns his head slightly and widens his eyes. The tanned male doesn’t seem to be bothered by the younger’s reaction and just whispers, “Guess you’ll have to believe them now.” His breath fans across Sehun’s face and the younger wants to push him away but something keeps his hands on his lap instead as he watches the elder pull his head away and nod to where the couple is whispering to each other again at the far end of their table.
“Yifan,” Lu Han calls out to the taller male, then he points at the bracelet around the younger’s wrist. Said male looks at his hand and smiles before taking his roommate’s hand to show the others the same accessory the smaller one is wearing. “Ahhhh.” The older Chinese places both hands on his cheeks before resting his elbows on the table with another dreamy sigh. “You guys are really official official now,” Lu Han says as he looks at the bracelets then at the couple themselves who are just smiling at him.
“They’ve been official for three months now Lu Han,” Minseok chirps from where his head is still covered by the current book he’s reading for his upcoming exams. “Stop being so dramatic about every little thing now.” Kai chuckles a little beside Lu Han for which he receives a nudge on the ribs and the elder doesn’t look like he’ll apologize for it any time soon.
The scolded Chinese crosses his arms over his chest and huffs, “I’m just saying, they obviously wore that for us to tease them.” He directs the words to Minseok’s still covered head, whispering to himself, “These masochists,” when he doesn’t get a reply. “We should take every opportunity we can to do so.”
“Sure,” Jongdae replies from where he’s seated beside Minseok, “when there are people here who are not busy studying for midterms anymore.” That immediately shuts Lu Han up, apologizing when he realizes that he’s the only one without a book opened in front of him or a project that he’s finalizing. He throws the couple a look though, hoping they get the message behind it: You’re not yet off the hook.
Yixing then looks at the bracelet around his wrist, once Lu Han has decided to take his eyes off of them. He smiles as his fingers trace the silver chain, feeling it cold against his skin but not flinching from it. He had not thought of the elder buying something for him - something that is not even just for him but something that affirms their fake relationship to the people who don’t know better. Sometimes he looks at the accessory and thinks that Yifan has done so much for him for buying it, even though he knows it’s not that expensive. His heart flutters whenever he looks at it, reminding him who gave it to him and what it means, even though what they have is just pretend. He himself thinks of why he didn’t get mad at the taller one for buying him something that is - in his opinion - not necessary to their act. But then he remembers the sincerity in Yifan’s eyes, making him believe that it is more than just for their pretend relationship. He knows he shouldn’t allow himself to believe such thoughts but he argues that the way the other smiles at him and reassures him makes it hard for him not to have such ideas even just for a quick moment. Yixing is pulled away from his reverie when Yifan nudges him and offers a hand to him. He gladly takes it, as he always does, the smile the other is giving him warming his chest and bursting every bubble of suspicion in his body.
“By the way,” Zitao gets his friends’ attention when they finally walk out of the cafeteria, “we’ll be having a frat party next week after the exams.” Yixing lifts his head when he hears this. He doesn’t even remember when the last time he went out to just have a good time so he internally smiles at the thought of finally getting a night to just be with friends, dancing not for his grades but for fun. He nods after the younger Chinese says, “Everyone’s invited.” His hand on Yifan’s instantly tightens and the elder smiles at him, knowing how much they both need a good night of booze and friends after their exams. An understanding passes between them and even without words they know it’s a date.
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“Let’s go?” Yifan offers his hand to Yixing when the younger gets up from where he was tying his shoes. The dancer isn’t exactly dressed to impress as he never really cared much for what he looked like. Yifan, on the other hand, is his usual fashionable self, albeit a little bit tamed, wearing black leather pants and a long-sleeved sweatshirt with a hoodie which the smaller one knows the elder will regret later.
Who wears long-sleeved shirts to a frat party even if the fabric isn’t thick? He muses as they walk hand-in-hand down to the ground floor where Lu Han and Kai are already waiting.
“Are you wearing it?” Lu Han jumps and grabs the couple’s left hands, grinning with satisfaction when he sees the couple bracelet still locked around their wrists. He claps his hand and Kai shakes his head on the side at how enthusiastic the other is over somebody else’s relationship.
The younger of the two pulls the Chinese away from the couple, mumbling, “You’re invading their space.” Lu Han thrashes against his hold and runs ahead of them once he’s freed himself from his classmate’s grip.
The oldest Chinese stops when he’s a good five meters away from his friends before yelling, “First to the frat house gets a whole pizza tomorrow!”
“That’s not how you lure Kai!” Yifan shouts from the end of the path going to their dorm building and Lu Han turns from where he’s already poised himself to run again.
“But we already had fried chicken a while ago!” The elder shouts back and fumes when he sees the others shrug. “You’re no fun.” Instead of running, he just waits for the three to reach where he is before falling into step with Kai. Then it’s silent again.
Yifan and Yixing don’t really mind the quiet. They’ve been spending days and hours in their own practice rooms for their finals performances and the two just really want some peace and quiet. They would have chosen to stay back but the thought of spending time with friends with free drinks on-hand doesn’t sound bad either, they can sleep well into the afternoon the next day anyway. The couple watch as their friends whisper to each other and seem to have agreed on something again because they’ve started to speed across the lawns, the fastest way to the frat house. They heard something about getting free lunch the next day but they don’t really care about that and allows the two to get ahead of them. Comfortable silence envelops them as they walk through the moonlit path, some of the lamps on campus already flickering. Yixing isn’t afraid, however, not when he can feel Yifan’s thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand.
“This is nice,” the dancer blurts out all of a sudden and he hears the taller one hum, fingers still interlaced with his even when their friends have already long disappeared to the row of frat houses. Yixing doesn’t dwell on the quiet reply, instead he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath, trying to remember when he last did so.
Yifan watches as the person’s face beside him takes on a serene expression, eyes closed and lips pursed as he exhales. Yixing looks so calm, the creases on his forehead and the heavy eyebags disappearing momentarily as he takes in his surroundings with a light heart, all worries and stress exhaled as his lips breathe out again. The taller male wants to reach out and press the younger to him, kiss him unconscious until there is nothing left for him to think about but the way his lips and skin tingle where Yifan kissed him. But the elder restrains himself, balling his free hand into a fist before tugging onto his roommate’s hand, urging the other to open his eyes and take the path to their right where Zitao’s frat house should be.
The loud bass can be heard even through the thick cement, the beat of the music thumping against their chest and Yixing’s body feels it even before entering the party. Yifan removes his hand from the younger’s to place it on the smaller one’s waist instead, making sure the dancer is close to him and never leaves his side as they weave through the crowd of inebriated party-goers. The elder squeezes the slender body to his front before turning them around so that Yixing’s back is against the wall when a group of rowdy students pass by them, threatening to separate the couple as the group breezes through them. People jostle against Yifan’s back and the actor barely supports his body with the help of his arms on the wall so that he won’t push himself against the younger and possibly squash the smaller one with his and the crowd’s weight.
“S-sorry.” The elder groans when he feels another elbow nudge him on his side. Yifan inhales deeply and holds his breath when he feels another person being pushed against him. He grits his teeth when he feels the weight of the crowd, placing all of his strength on his arms and legs to keep his stance and the distance between him and Yixing. However, the taller male can only hold so much and his legs give in first, pushing his lower half against the dancer’s and he hears the other wince. He barely keeps his head a few inches away from Yixing’s as his torso is pushed in as well. The actor keeps apologizing to the other and he does his best to tune out the whimpers he hears from the younger especially when he’s completely pressed against his roommate. He bites the corner of his lip and thinks of other things - disgusting things - like how his professor in freshman year looked like a weird combination of a squid and a giraffe with curly hair.
When he feels the pressure being released on his back he takes that opportunity and pulls Yixing away from the wall and out of the receiving area that doubled as the main dancefloor. They walk farther back until they reach the kitchen where they find a couple making out on the counter. The two scurry away when they see Yifan’s scrunched up eyebrows, running out of the back door to somewhere the elder doesn’t really care about. His hand is still tight around the younger’s hand even without the threat of anyone taking the other away from him and he’s not planning on changing that any time soon. He doesn’t let go even as he rummages for two beer bottles from the refrigerator, Yixing’s fingers drumming against the back of his hand is a reassurance for him and helps will away his earlier thoughts when he was pressed against the younger.
“What are you doing here?” Lu Han shouts when he finds the two sitting on the kitchen counter cradling a beer bottle each. “Let’s go dance, Xing!” The older Chinese tries to pull the junior from where he’s perched beside Yifan. “Come on, you promised me!” The doe-eyed male whines, Kai shaking his head when he comes in and finds the elder already pulling the couple apart but he doesn’t say anything this time, he just discards his bottle to find a new one. “You’re not controlling your boyfriend, are you?” Lu Han directs the question to the actor, seeing the reluctance in Yixing’s eyes and how his gaze falls onto the taller Chinese ever since his classmate has arrived to urge him to go to the dancefloor.
“Is it really okay?” Yixing asks, making the actor wonder why he’s inquiring such a question when he doesn’t exactly have any real claim on the smaller one. He actually wants to keep the dancer where he is but he also doesn’t want to look selfish and he knows how dance is such an integral part of Yixing’s life. Yifan surprises the younger by pulling him close to kiss his forehead, not minding how Lu Han is producing gagging noises where he is asking Kai to hand him a drink as well.
“Of course,” the actor answers against the skin of the smaller one’s temple before releasing Yixing with a plastered smile on his face, “Go have fun, that’s what you’re here for.” There is still a bit of hesitance in the other’s eyes but it slowly disappears when he hears the loud music transition to a beat that he likes. He is then dragged by Lu Han back to where the party-goers are squeezing themselves to grind on each other.
Yifan watches and allows the younger to walk off, not wanting to restrict the other from doing the things he wants. After reminding himself that he shouldn't be controlling the smaller one, he breathes in deeply and takes a swig of his beer not realizing that Kai is still in the kitchen with him.
"I can't believe you let him go just like that," the tanned male comments after taking a big gulp of the amber liquid on his hand. "Are you even aware that almost the whole Dance Department is after your boyfriend's ass? Maybe even half of the campus wants a piece of it."
"Okay, okay." Yifan massages his nose bridge, slightly annoyed at how the other is making him look like he doesn't care about it. "I get it." He quickly thinks of a reply so the other doesn't become suspicious of his actions. "Yixing and I are always together," he starts, not wanting to sound like he's sick of that truth, "and there are things that he wants to do by himself so I should allow him."
Kai hums as if understanding his words but in the next second he responds, "I think it would be fun to see you dance together." The younger shrugs when the taller male looks at him like he has forgotten how Yifan has two left feet. "You know," the Korean adds to take his attention again, "have fun on the dancefloor with your boyfriend."
"So," the elder elongates the word and throws at the other, "why aren't you there with Lu Han then?" This effectively makes the smaller one zip his mouth, turning away from Yifan before emptying his bottle once more. The elder chuckles before he also chugs down the rest of his drink, not surprised at how fast he is emptying his bottles. He stretches his arm out for the younger to get him another beer and Kai can do nothing but pass him one.
"I'm glad though," Kai blurts out after opening his next bottle, "took you guys long enough to finally be together." Yifan blushes and he's sure it's not because of the alcohol because three bottles are nothing to him.
After a few seconds he finally replies, "Yeah, me too." There is a slight hint of sadness to it that the younger thankfully doesn't hear then they stay quiet again as they take it slow on the drinks. When he hears the crowd cheering from the receiving area, he slaps the younger's back and urges him to move, "Let's go see what the commotion is all about." The smaller one nods and gets them two more bottles before leaving the kitchen to join the noisy and sweaty group of students.
They find a small hole in the middle of the crowd of buzzed swaying bodies. With Yifan's height he is able to see what is happening and it makes him stop short where he is, hypnotized by the way Yixing's hips are moving, the dim red lighting and the green lasers moving about in the small room colouring his exposed pale skin. The elder's mouth waters and he barely remembers to close it when Kai nudges him on his side. The tanned male nods to where Yixing is and understands why there is a crease on his forehead. Someone is trying his moves on his roommate and it doesn't even take him a second to push the bottles in his hand to Kai's chest before stomping his way to the younger, shoving some people on the way as the fire that burns in his eyes grows exponentially in the few strides he has to take.
"Excuse me." Yifan's voice is deep and his tone is stern as he places a hand on the shoulder of the guy who's inching his way to Yixing. The man is smaller than him and has an angry expression on his face when he turns around to answer Yifan but it changes when he sees the crease on the forehead of the tall Chinese, the eyebrows meeting in the middle and the tightness of the actor's jaw has him taking a step back. "You're dancing too close to my boyfriend."
Yixing should be mad that Yifan is reacting the way he is when they're not even in a real relationship. But with one too many beers he is more than honest and just smirks, his insides flipping in delight with an edge of fire in them at how possessive the elder is over him, pressing his slender body against Yifan’s hard chest and wrapping an arm around his waist to keep the others from getting near him. He can feel jealous eyes thrown at him probably by girls who thought they had a chance with Yifan but he doesn't really care, all he focuses on is the sound near his ear because of the way he sways his hips as his lower half grinds against the elder's. Devious, he knows. He's had a few bottles, however, and he can blame it on the alcohol.
Feeling the need to show others and support the actor's earlier statement, the younger turns around and places his arms around the taller male's neck. Seeing Yifan's eyes widen at his sudden action has Yixing giggling a little before tiptoeing and pulling the elder down. It's been a while since they kissed in front of the dancer's suitor, more than three months already and through those days that passed all the smaller man can think about is how soft the other’s lips were as they glided skillfully with Yixing's. And that's exactly what the younger one wants to feel. Instead of capturing Yifan's lips, he waits for the other to make a move, keeping the short distance between their mouths while he rubs the tip of his nose against the elder's.
The actor takes it as a hint and leans down to finally seal their lips in a kiss, his hands steady themselves on the younger's waist but as their exchange grows more heated, one of his hands instinctively moves down to Yixing's rear. The smaller one gasps and he takes it as an invitation when the other keeps his lips slightly parted, slithering his tongue in until he can curl it around Yixing's. Yifan starts kneading the other's perky behind, the younger's moans making him forget that they're in the middle of the dancefloor. They only part when they hear a familiar voice - Lu Han's - calling out to them.
"Get a room!" The older Chinese chides before pushing them out of the dance floor and everybody's sight. He doesn't let go and keeps shoving the couple until they reach a vacant room on the second floor of the house. Lu Han with the help of their other friends who seem to be too drunk with their half-closed eyes and crazy grins, push the couple into the room and keep it closed by putting all their combined weight at the door.
"We can't have you sexing it up in the middle of the dance floor!" Kai shouts from behind the door. "My innocent eyes!" He adds over-dramatically and the couple stops struggling, instead they look at each other and an understanding passes between them. They nod at each other before Yifan takes the space in front of Yixing with the younger's back against the door. With a glint of mischief in their eyes the two start banging on the door with their hands, arms, elbows and feet, the wood rattling against its frame as they release sounds of pleasure while trying not to laugh at their antics.
"Oh dear God!" They hear Minseok shout from the other side. "This was a mistake!" The oldest in their group adds before they hear hurried footsteps disappearing out into the hallway. They don't stop, however, instead Yixing screams the elder's name and Yifan increases the volume of his voice as he bangs against the door. When they hear no soul is left on the other side of the door that is when they halt. The two look at each other before bursting into a laughing fit, the smaller one even wipes tears from his eyes because of it.
"That should teach them," Yixing says after his laughs have died down and the elder is just standing in front of him with his eyes trained on the other's brown orbs.
It's quite dark in the room with nothing but the moon illuminating their surroundings but Yifan keeps his eyes on Yixing's, not wanting to see anything else but the younger. They stand there looking at each other for what feels like eternity before the elder leans down and kisses the smaller one's forehead then the tip of his nose before reaching his lips, pausing for a second to see any reluctance in the other's eyes. When he sees none of it there, not even confusion just determination, Yifan finally leans in and presses their lips together.
Compared to the kiss they shared downstairs this one is not hurried and Yixing can feel every ounce of emotion flowing from the other's lips to his as it glides languidly along his own. The elder doesn't rush, keeping their kiss slow even as he nibbles on the smaller's bottom lip, suckling the plump flesh between his before swiping his tongue over it. Yixing welcomes his tongue, brushing his own with it before allowing Yifan to explore his mouth. The taller one can feel the other restraining himself from moaning as the elder sucks on his tongue while large hands on his neck and waist steady him against the door. Hoping to change this and wanting to hear the younger let go of his inhibitions and free the pleasured sounds trapped in his throat, Yifan pulls away from their exchange with a chaste kiss to pepper adoration on the smaller one's face before moving down to his throat. The elder nips on the skin below the dancer's jaw, feeling the younger's hands gripping on his arms encourages him to do more, to finally hear the other's unrestrained noises.
Yixing lets go of his rational thinking and allows a moan to escape his lips - not forced this time - as Yifan swirls his tongue just below the younger's ear, a sensitive spot that the taller male knows about very well and uses to his advantage. The younger claws at the other’s arms and Yifan lets him, uncaring of the fingernails digging crescents on the exposed skin where he’s rolled his sleeves up as he sucks a hickey on the side of the dancer's neck. Unconsciously, Yixing hyperextends his neck and shows the taller male the expanse of white skin where he can paint a dazzling picture with his lips. So Yifan does, his hands slipping beneath the younger's shirt before sliding up, his fingertips creating trails of fire from the smaller male's abdomen to his ribs and finally to his chest. Yixing gasps when he feels the elder's thumbs press on his nipples, the rosy buds slowly hardening as the taller one rubs and pinches them. The lips on his neck move to where his clavicles are exposed, the prominent feature being Yifan's next target and his hands move to the elder's head and shoulder. His fingers swipe at the short hairs on the other's nape before moving his hand up to thread his digits on the blond mop on his partner's head. He hears the other groan when he tugs at the hair trapped between the spaces of his fingers and he does it again, feeling the sound vibrate where Yifan's lips are sucking on the skin stretched over his collarbones. Then the mouth breathing hot air onto his already heated skin pulls away, his body instantly missing the warmth especially when the taller one pulls Yixing’s top and flings the fabric to the side. The actor takes his lips again, not allowing them to lose contact for another second. Hands are on his torso again, on his back, chest, waist, everywhere they can caress and Yixing feels like melting under those large, warm hands. A surprised gasp leaves him and his eyes open wide when he feels a leg sliding between his own, Yifan's knee knocking against his inner thighs to spread his legs a bit wider to accommodate the limb.
The elder pulls away and places a hand under the smaller one's chin before stroking the bruised lower lip, whispering with his deep voice, "You shouldn't be allowed to wear such clothes when you're not with me."
Yixing visibly shudders, closing his eyes once more when he feels his body slide, allowing for the other's knee to rub against his half-hard cock. Yifan watches the younger with bated breath as his body moves in its own accord, grinding his crotch against the taller male's knee. The actor surges forward and swallows the sinful sounds coming out of the other's mouth, sensing something awaken and burn in the pit of his stomach the more he watches erotic expressions paint the dancer's face. He wants nothing more than to just see the other unleash himself but he feels his own dick twitch at the other's delicious display and he can only guess by the way Yixing is enthusiastically rubbing his hard-on against him that the younger also wants to hurry his release.
The smaller one involuntarily arches his chest towards Yifan when the elder flattens his tongue on his right nipple, his fingers toy with the other erect nub as he licks and sucks on the one cradled between his lips. Yixing knows that what they're doing is going beyond what they are required to do to make others believe their fake relationship especially not when there is no one there to see them get intimate. However, his guts tell him to take advantage of it while it lasts, knowing the elder will probably treat him like a friend once again when they decide that the pretending is over and that there is no more need for it. Although it makes him feel guilty as if he is just using Yifan, he can't help but feel that there is a sliver of hope that the other is doing these things to him out of love especially when the taller male whispers words of adoration on his skin, kissing every inch he can reach as he tries to pull strings of moans from the younger.
No matter how much the dancer enjoys his body being appreciated, he feels an ache on his nether regions that he knows cannot be relieved just by kissing and by the actor's hands on other parts of his body.
A bit hesitantly, Yixing reaches for the taller male's pants, fingers a little shy as they tug on the belt loops near the button of his roommate's bottoms. Yifan looks up from where he has moved to the younger's left nipple, eyes burning with lust. The younger feels the heat intensify on his groin and he bites his bottom lip before he meets the other's eyes again to whisper, "Yifan."
His voice is slightly hoarse from all the moaning and gasping and by how the taller male's eyes pierce through him, he cannot even be bothered by how dry his throat is, the look of want in his partner's eyes enough to make him salivate for what the other can and will do. He lets out a squeak when the taller male presses a palm where his erection is straining against his pants. Yifan moves from the younger's chest to plant his forehead against Yixing's and the smaller one wastes no time in pushing his chin forward to have their lips meet in a kiss again. The elder allows the dancer’s tongue to delve in, opening his mouth for the smaller one to maneuver easily in the wet cavern, relishing in the stuttered moans the younger releases every time his hand presses down particularly hard in the middle of rubbing the stiffness restrained by the clothing. He is too preoccupied by the sensations that the elder is giving him that he doesn't feel the button of his pants being unfastened and the zipper being undone. Before he can even comprehend what is happening, the younger feels something wrap around his cock and he opens his mouth in a silent gasp as the digits squeeze the base of his manhood before stroking up. He then helps Yifan in pushing his pants only enough for his cock to be out in the open. Yixing is slightly embarrassed about showing his private parts to somebody else but it all disappears when the taller one reaches for his hand to place it on the bulge in front of the leather.
"Touch mine too," Yifan whispers hotly against the younger's lips, his voice quivering as the smaller pushes his palm on the protruding length. With nimble fingers, Yixing undoes the elder's pants before pushing them down the same way the other has done for his own so that he can pull out the taller one's stiffness. The actor can feel the younger gasp as the dancer's Adam's apple bobs beneath his lips and once more he urges the other to place his hand around his member. Yixing's hands are cautious when they wrap around Yifan's dick, his fingers pumping but not as confident as the elder's. Feeling the lack in the younger's trust in himself, the taller male leans to place chaste kisses on the dancer's lips, his tone gentle when he speaks against the other's lips, "It's okay, Xing. You're making me feel really good right now."
To prove his point, Yifan closes his eyes and allows himself to revel in Yixing's ministrations, breathing out pleasured noises directly into the younger's ear to encourage him further. It seems to work as the dancer's grasp on his cock tightens, the friction his strokes create enough to make the elder halt in his own work from time to time, hand going back to pumping the other's length when he feels Yixing thrust up into his hand.
Their lips find each other again as Yifan leans more into the younger's space, their hands colliding as parts of their cocks rub against each other. They sometimes part from their kiss just to look at each other for a few moments before leaning in for another. The elder sometimes goes down to assault Yixing's neck and nipples, kissing up the smaller one's sternum and lightly biting at his chin before pressing their lips together again. Throughout the whole experience, their hands never stop, slowing down from time to time but never completely halting, stroking as if it is their own climax that they are working for however indirectly. They get lost in each other's kisses, forgetting that there is a party going on downstairs and that they're not in their own room. Hot breath fans across each other's faces as they pant closer to their orgasm. At some point Yixing's fingers which are buried in the elder's hair pull hard on Yifan's mane, a warning escaping his lips when his head lolls back. The taller one heeds and slides his hand up and down the heated flesh faster, pushing his thumb on the slit from time to time before smearing the precum that sticks to it down the younger's shaft.
"F-Fan." Yixing's hand squeezes and releases the elder's cock, the only motion he is able to do as his orgasm rises to the tip of his length. "C-c-lose," he stammers against Yifan's lips and he feels the taller one nod against his neck.
"Sssshhh," the elder shushes him again when he tries to tell him about his climax closing in on him, "Just think of me." And Yixing does, hips moving again to aid in pushing himself to the edge. His hand tries its very best to move where they are still around Yifan's cock but when the stimulation becomes too much for him, his hold slackens and so does his jaw. A scream rips through his throat when he feels fluids shooting out of his shaft, his climax making his whole body shudder with great intensity due to his last orgasm being a month ago already. Yifan doesn't even bother to make the younger quiet or warn him about how the others might hear him, he just licks up the sweat on the pale column of Yixing's neck as he milks the other dry. The younger slumps against the door as he empties onto the taller male's hand, panting as he steadies himself with his arms around Yifan's shoulders.
Once he's caught his breath and after a moment of realization, Yixing pulls away and throws the elder an apologetic look. "Let me," the smaller one whispers and lowers his arms, reaching with his shaky hands to the stiffness still hard and curved towards Yifan's stomach. The taller one doesn't even swat his hand away, groaning against the damp skin of his neck and pressing kisses there as he tightens his grip on the younger's waist, his hand still dirty with Yixing's semen. A grunt followed by the dancer’s name is all the taller male lets out before his cum coats the younger's delicate fingers, his breathing becoming ragged as Yixing tugs at his cock to extract every drop of his ejaculate with his warm hands. He drops his head onto the smaller male's shoulder as the wave of pleasure disappears to the tips of his fingers and toes, slowly realizing as he gasps for air that he came with the help of the younger's hands. But he doesn't allow himself to drown in the thought as the other also released on his hand, the proof still sticky and white on his skin.
Yixing almost wipes his hand on the other's shirt but stops himself before he can place them on the elder's chest. With a peck to the smaller's lips, Yifan pushes himself off the door after being certain that the younger can keep himself up on his own two feet. He heads off to search for tissues and luckily finds an en suite bathroom, returning to the dancer to bring him there to properly clean themselves. His lips land kisses on the other's forehead, cheeks, lips and his exposed skin as they wash their hands and properly dress themselves again. After pushing Yixing against the counter and kissing the daylights out of him, he pulls the younger out of the bathroom, out of the stranger's room and out of the house ultimately.
They catch their friends' eyes on their way out, some of them raising their bottles as Yifan waves them goodbye while Yixing keeps his head low with his hand tightly interlaced with the elder's. Their walk back to their dorm is quiet just like when they went to the frat house but there is more tension in the air which Yifan decides to break by pulling the younger close to him to be able to kiss him like how he wanted to earlier on their way to the frat house. The dancer just looks at him stunned, his surprise dissipating only when the taller one kisses him again before pulling him back to walk once more. They don't talk about what happened, not even when the actor pulls Yixing to sleep in the same bed with him. Having satiated their desire, the couple sleep with the bliss of ignorance as they share the bed for the first time.