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His fingers brush against Lu Han's exposed hip. "This isn't too-?"
"Nah," Lu Han interrupts, pushing back into Jongdae's hand. Decisions from the higher-ups get passed down with such frequency sometimes that Lu Han can barely keep up, but this, with Jongdae, is constant enough to be comforting. "Keep going."
He hears the rip of a condom and then the lubed tip of Jongdae's index finger presses up against Lu Han's asshole, firm and unwavering. Lu Han sighs into the mattress, hands clenching in the bedspread. The finger burns as it eases in, wriggles inside him, and Lu Han's dick twitches along his thigh.
Jongdae’s other hand is braced against Lu Han's neck. It twists in the collar of his varsity jacket and yanks as he edges another finger in Lu Han's ass. The material bunches around Lu Han's elbows. "Do you want me to take it off?"
"No-just-stay still," Jongdae mutters, pistoning in deeper with his fingers. Lu Han moans, grinding back, knee slipping off the bed a little in his haste.
Jongdae doesn't give Lu Han any warning before replacing his fingers with his dick. There's no rush, Lu Han wants to say, but maybe it's a residual side-effect of actually having schedules going to Jongdae's head because his pace is brisk, their legs slapping together as he fucks Lu Han open. Not that he's complaining. Lu Han likes the ache, likes the throb of his untouched dick and the dull pulse in his arms as they lose circulation trapped behind his back. "Fuck," he groans instead, and Jongdae huffs out a laugh. He tugs harder on Lu Han's jacket, bunches it up and wraps it as tight as it'll go around his forearms-tugs so hard Lu Han's almost afraid his shoulders are going to pop out of their sockets.
Lu Han's face slides across the sheets. He turns his head and pants into them, shifts his hips so that Jongdae's got a better angle-and there. Lu Han's cock jumps as Jongdae slams into his prostate once, twice, three times. He's bent over so far now that his chest's plastered to Lu Han's back, sweaty through the flimsy fabric of his shirt, the jacket balled up between them. His thighs tense as he comes, mouth wide open, tongue tasting the bedspread as he whines Jongdae's name-and a second later Jongdae follows, face buried in the skin of Lu Han's nape.
He flops over and curls into himself when Jongdae lifts off. He extricates Lu Han's arms from the entrapping fabric after he bins the used condom and slides the soiled topsheet out from underneath him. "Stylists aren't going to be happy," Lu Han notes, trying to shake the feeling back into his limbs. The jacket's hopelessly crumpled. Jongdae throws it aside after a couple of fruitless attempts at smoothing it out. After a second thought, he drops his own jacket on top of it and crawls into bed.
"You know that outfit was never going to see the light of day again anyway," he replies, eyes tapering with his smile.
"Oh well," Lu Han replies sleepily. "No high-school jock concept after all, I guess."
"You're much too old for that," comes the droll response. Lu Han feels particularly vindicated in kicking Jongdae off the bed, but he's laughing, too.
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o m f g. /dead
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lol the ending. jongdae you ass xDD
THANK YOU AGAIN! i would comment better if it was 3am and i wasn't sick and didn't have a headache which i would have to read this again later!! <333333
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BUT THaNK YOU SO MUCH! <333 I really love luchen!! and thanks for the get well!! :3
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