In Secrecy, for baekie
Title: In Secrecy
For: baekie
Word count: 2966
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yifan and Yixing have some fun after dinner at his parent's.
A/N: I'm sorry, my dear recipient. I tried. ;~;
"Are you sure she'll like me?" Yixing asks for what seems like the thousandth time.
"Yes, I'm sure," Yifan reassures him, squeezing his hand.
They are both standing just outside Yifan's front door, Yixing in his best shirt and jeans and holding a bouquet of red roses. Yifan had thought it's about time he brings Yixing home (so had his mother, judging by the way she asks about their relationship every day) and while Yixing had readily agreed, he's having some doubts now.
Would Yifan's mother deem him good enough for her son? What if she didn't like the roses? What if the colour of the bouquet wrapper is her least favourite?
"I'm telling you that you have absolutely nothing to worry about," Yifan says, hand cupping Yixing's jaw.
He leans down and presses a kiss to Yixing's lips, to which the latter responds immediately and forgets about all his worries. It's not fair to him because obviously Yifan knows Yixing loves his kisses and uses it to his advantage, like now when he's trying to get Yixing to relax.
Yixing brings his hand up and puts it at the back of Yifan's neck, playing with the little hairs at his nape and pushing his head down further so Yixing doesn't have to tip toe so much. Yifan is tall but that works out because Yixing gets to bury his head in the crook of his neck just right. He pulls away from Yifan's lips to do just that, nuzzling Yifan's neck with his nose and inhaling his cologne which Yixing absolutely loves. His arms go down to wrap around Yifan’s waist while Yifan’s go around his shoulders. Yixing’s locked in Yifan’s embrace and he loves the safe feeling that comes with it.
"Well, what do we have here?"
Yifan pushes himself away from Yixing the same time Yixing jumps back. The roses in his hand are still in perfect condition when he looks down to check on them and he heaves a sigh of relief, though he shouldn't be because he just got caught intimately sniffing his boyfriend in front of the boyfriend's mother.
"How long have you been there?" Yifan asks his mother as he straightens his shirt.
"Long enough," she replies, a knowing smirk on her face.
Yixing reddens and bows his head in greeting, stepping forward to hand the bouquet of flowers over to Yifan's mother. He's surprised, in a good way, when she envelopes him in a hug and it feels so nice that Yixing allows himself to relax in her embrace.
"These roses are beautiful! They're my favourite," she exclaims when she finally takes the bouquet from Yixing after their hug.
"I'm glad," Yixing smiles, dimple showing.
Yifan places his hand on the small of Yixing's back and pushes him into the house right after his mother, leaning down yet again and leaving a kiss on Yixing's cheek.
"I told you there's nothing for you to worry about."
"Yeah," Yixing agrees, looking up and smiling at Yifan.
Yifan's mother ushers them into the dining room where a feast is already laid out for dinner. There are so many dishes that Yixing doesn't know if the three of them will be able to finish it all. He doesn’t have to worry, though. Yifan sits down immediately the moment he sees the dishes on the table and leaves Yixing standing at their original spot, mouth open and staring at his boyfriend who just abandoned him for food.
“That’s not nice of you, Fan,” his mother chides him.
Yifan has the decency to look sheepish as he stands up again, walking over to him and then forcefully pushing him into the seat next to his before he takes his seat again and waits for his mother to bring out the warm rice from the kitchen.
“I should go help your mother,” Yixing comments as he makes to stand up again but Yifan only pushes him down with a strong hand on his thigh.
“She’s a strong woman,” Yifan brushes it off as he rests his head on Yixing’s shoulder.
His mother comes out from the kitchen with three bowls of rice and sets them down before the two boys. She takes her own seat opposite Yifan, motioning for them to dig in and Yifan immediately does so. He takes pieces of meat and shoves them into his mouth. Yixing giggles because he rarely sees Yifan eat with such gusto, unless the food is incredibly good.
“I made all his favourite dishes today. I hope you like them,” Yifan’s mother invites Yixing with a smile, holding out a piece of fish on her chopsticks for him to take.
Yixing holds out his bowl with a bow of his head and smiles when the lady looks at him.
Dinner goes on with Yifan stuffing his face full and his mother asking Yixing various questions, ranging from his own parents’ occupations to his hobbies. Yixing answers them all politely, making sure to talk only when his mouth is empty and accepting whatever Yifan’s mother gives him. He takes frequent glances at Yifan and keeps placing meat and fish, along with vegetables which Yifan glares at, in his bowl.
"Vegetables are good for you," Yixing grins as he fills Yifan's bowl full with those green things Yifan absolutely loathes.
Yifan simply makes a face as he forces them down his throat. He never says no to Yixing.
“You never listen to me when I ask you to eat your vegetables,” Yifan’s mother clicks her tongue and gives her son a knowing smile while Yixing smiles bashfully.
Yixing aims for the last piece of meat on the dish in front of him but before he could grab it with his chopsticks, another pair of chopsticks beat him to it. He turns his head sharply to his right to see Yifan beaming at him with the piece of meat in between his chopsticks. Yixing frowns, reaching for it but Yifan pulls his arm back and the meat is out of Yixing’s reach. He knows he will never get it if Yifan has his arm held that high, so he puts his chopsticks down and pouts while looking at his bowl. This always works when they fight over food.
The piece of meat is dangling in front of his mouth within seconds and Yixing gobbles it up.
“Look at the two of you,” Yifan’s mother smiles fondly as she looks over the two of them.
Yixing helps clean up after dinner, putting all the dishes in the sink and then dragging Yifan to do them with him afterwards while his mother wipes down the table. Apart from Yifan deliberately swiping Yixing’s cheek with his soap covered hand a few times, everything goes smoothly. The dishes are clean and it’s as if they’re shining as they sit in the drying rack.
“What do we do now?” Yixing asks, following Yifan’s lead out of the kitchen.
They both stop in their tracks when they see Yifan’s mother sleeping on the couch. Yixing watches with a small smile on his face as Yifan walks towards her and grabs a blanket from the side table to cover her with it. He feels warm all over when Yifan leans down to kiss her on the forehead.
“That’s very nice of you,” Yixing comments, taking Yifan’s hand as they walk up the stairs after Yifan comes get him from the entrance of the kitchen.
“Momma’s boy,” Yifan chuckles, bringing Yixing into his room and locking the door behind them.
Yixing sits on the bed and looks up at Yifan who’s standing by the bed and hovering over him. He scoots over and makes space for the larger man, curling his arms around Yifan’s waist when Yifan sits down and leaning his head against his chest.
“I told you you’d be okay,” Yifan murmurs as he runs his hand through Yixing’s hair with his lips pressed against his head.
Yifan repositions the two of them so that he’s resting against the headboard with Yixing on top of him. Their bodies are pressed close together and Yixing enjoys the warmth Yifan’s body provides him with, snuggling further into Yifan’s embrace and content to stay as they are. His fingers draw random patterns on Yifan’s torso while he hums a tune, feeling the vibrations in his throat. He smiles when he feels Yifan shiver underneath him and then brings himself up to place a kiss on Yifan’s lips.
What Yixing does not expect is for Yifan to completely take control as Yifan puts his hand on Yixing’s nape and makes him stay in his place as he licks into Yixing’s mouth and intensifies the kiss. Yixing’s body is half twisted and it’s uncomfortable so he pulls away and sits up, staring at Yifan quizzically. He looks back at him, shirt wrinkled a little and lips parted open as he pants lightly.
“Your mother is downstairs,” Yixing starts.
“We’ll just have to be quiet,” Yifan suggests, his hint obvious.
Yixing considers it for a while and nearly decides not to when Yifan grabs him by the waist and reverses their positions. Yixing lands on the bed with a soft whimper. Yifan leans down and peppers kisses down his neck and then down his torso in apology, hands roaming south and fingering the button on Yixing’s jeans. It’s hard to say no when Yifan knows where and how to leave kisses to convince him.
“We need to be fast,” Yixing says, back arching up when Yifan sucks at the skin near his hipbones.
Yifan hums in approval and does quick work on Yixing’s jeans. He pops the button open and unzips, pulling the heavy fabric down Yixing’s slim legs and throwing them behind him to a corner of his room. Yixing is already half hard in his boxer briefs.
Warm fingers move along his inner thighs and strokes at the soft skin, wet lips following after, sucking and leaving little red marks on the milky white skin of Yixing’s thighs. Yixing whimpers when he feels Yifan’s hot breath near his erection, hips jerking up when Yifan pulls away with a smirk on his face. Yixing watches as Yifan takes off his shirt and then his pants but leaves his briefs on, at which Yixing frowns because they’re supposed to quick but apparently being quick isn’t on Yifan’s mind if he’s still in his underwear and not already fucking him.
“Your shirt, baby,” Yifan prompts.
Yixing belatedly realises his shirt is still on and he sits up to bring it over his head and throw it to one side before lying back down again, waiting for Yifan to continue his ministrations. Yifan nearly rips off Yixing’s boxer briefs and he gasps at the sudden roughness. Within seconds Yifan has his lips closed around the head of Yixing’s half-hard cock, sucking down and taking nearly the entire length in his mouth. Yixing throws his head back with his mouth open as his back arches at the sudden heat enveloping his dick.
Yifan can feel Yixing growing in his mouth, hot and heavy on his tongue. He hollows his cheeks, fingers wrapping around the base of Yixing’s cock to hold it in place. When Yifan pulls back after a few bobs of his head, Yixing is fully hard and his cock is an angry red, wet against his stomach.
Yixing reaches over and digs around for the bottle of lube he knows Yifan keeps in his bedside table and tosses it over to him when he finds it, the bottle already half empty from their previous turns.
“We need to get more,” Yifan comments as he pops open the lid of the bottle and proceeds to coat his fingers with the substance.
“Fuck me now, talk later,” Yixing demands, eyebrows furrowed as he watches Yifan take his own sweet time. He moves his knee and it brushes against Yifan’s crotch, and Yifan is rock hard already.
Yifan chuckles and throws Yixing a cheeky grin, three of his fingers already coated with lube. Yixing spreads his legs and brings them up, his hands holding onto his knees to keep his legs open. He knows his hole that’s now openly displayed is puckered and ready for Yifan.
The first finger enters him slowly, letting Yixing get used to the feeling before the second one enters and scissors him open. He’s still slightly loose from when they fucked two days before in Yixing’s bed and Yixing doesn’t understand why Yifan is still treating him like glass when all he wants is to be fucked good.
“Can you just hurry,” Yixing pleads as he pushes back on Yifan’s long fingers.
“Patience,” Yifan chides him as he slides in a third finger and thrusts all three in and out repeatedly.
Yixing’s a moaning mess as Yifan works him open, hands running through Yifan’s hair when he pulls him down for a searing kiss. It’s messy and uncoordinated but hot and satisfying at the same time, lips crashing together as the long fingers inside him press against the bunch of nerves and causes him to let out a loud moan that would probably wake Yifan’s mother downstairs.
“You’re too loud,” Yifan says before shoving Yixing’s own underwear into his mouth.
Yixing should be disgusted but he’s turned on instead at the power and dominance Yifan is showing. The fingers slip out of him and the groan he emits is muffled. Yifan stands on his knees and hurriedly gets rid of his briefs, cock springing free and leaking with pre-cum at the tip. He coats his cock up with a copious amount of lube as Yixing observes, waiting and impatient.
Yifan nudges forward and the head of his cock brushes against Yixing’s entrance. Yixing whines and pushes his hips forward the same time Yifan pushes in, the heat around Yifan’s cock mind-blowingand his patience snaps.
He pulls out and thrusts back in, slowly at first before picking up the speed and making Yixing thrash around on the bed. The sight from Yixing’s view is incredible. Yifan has his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he focuses on bringing the both of them to completion, perspiration running down the sides of his face and the best of all is he’s biting on his lips so hard Yixing can see a hint of blood.
“Switch,” Yixing manages to mumble out through the makeshift gag in his mouth as Yifan pounds into him at a fast pace.
Yifan pulls out and flips them around, sitting up against the headboard of his bed and watching as Yixing sinks down on his cock. Yixing throws his head back and immediately bounces up and down in Yifan’s lap, hands on Yifan’s strong shoulders to help him keep his balance in check. Yifan’s large hands hold onto his slim waist to help him bounce on his cock, setting the fast pace himself and leaving Yixing with no choice but to follow it.
Yixing feels like he’s close, his stomach clenching as Yifan’s cock continues to ram into the bunch of nerves inside him. He screams at a particularly hard thrust when Yifan jerks his hips upwards when Yixing comes down but it’s muffled and Yixing’s somewhat relieved because he can make all the noises he wants without alarming Yifan’s mother downstairs.
Yixing squeezes Yifan’s shoulders to let him know that he’s close, and Yifan’s hand goes down from his waist to his cock and wraps around it. He strokes in time with his thrusts, hand moving up and down quickly to bring Yixing over the edge.
He comes with a muffled scream, hot cum landing on Yifan’s chest. Yifan strokes him through his orgasm as Yixing sits still on his cock and the heat wrapping around him is suffocating and Yifan is close too but he waits for Yixing to finish before tending to his own needs. Yixing is priority, after all.
Yifan’s caught by surprise when Yixing stands on his knees, causing his still hard cock to slip out of him, and slides down his body to take his cock into his mouth after taking his underwear out from his mouth, now soaked. Yifan groans lowly as Yixing sucks hard, using his hand to cover what his mouth cannot take in. He twists his wrist and Yifan nearly shouts, moving closer to the edge. Yixing licks a stripe up the underside of Yifan’s cock before closing his mouth around the head and sucking again, tongue playing with the slit and licking up the pre-cum. Yixing starts to hum around Yifan’s cock and the vibrations are too much for even Yifan to handle, bringing him even closer to his orgasm. His hands come down to grab at Yixing’s hair, hips thrusting upwards and fucking into Yixing’s warm open mouth, desperate to reach his own end.
He comes with a loud moan when Yixing presses a finger slightly into his hole, shocking him and causing him to empty himself into Yixing’s mouth. He looks on as Yixing swallows all his cum and waits for Yifan to finish before letting his softening cock fall from his mouth and wiping at the corner of his lips. He comes up and kisses Yifan square on his lips, melting into his embrace when Yifan’s strong arms wrap around his waist to hold him to his body.
“I think the gag worked,” Yifan grins when he hears nothing from downstairs after a few moments of silence.
“I think so too,” Yixing smiles, content.
There’s a sudden knock on the door that startles the both of them and they look at each other with widened eyes.
“When you boys are done, come down for more dessert,” Yifan’s mother shouts from outside the door.
Well, fuck.
For: baekie
Word count: 2966
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yifan and Yixing have some fun after dinner at his parent's.
A/N: I'm sorry, my dear recipient. I tried. ;~;
"Are you sure she'll like me?" Yixing asks for what seems like the thousandth time.
"Yes, I'm sure," Yifan reassures him, squeezing his hand.
They are both standing just outside Yifan's front door, Yixing in his best shirt and jeans and holding a bouquet of red roses. Yifan had thought it's about time he brings Yixing home (so had his mother, judging by the way she asks about their relationship every day) and while Yixing had readily agreed, he's having some doubts now.
Would Yifan's mother deem him good enough for her son? What if she didn't like the roses? What if the colour of the bouquet wrapper is her least favourite?
"I'm telling you that you have absolutely nothing to worry about," Yifan says, hand cupping Yixing's jaw.
He leans down and presses a kiss to Yixing's lips, to which the latter responds immediately and forgets about all his worries. It's not fair to him because obviously Yifan knows Yixing loves his kisses and uses it to his advantage, like now when he's trying to get Yixing to relax.
Yixing brings his hand up and puts it at the back of Yifan's neck, playing with the little hairs at his nape and pushing his head down further so Yixing doesn't have to tip toe so much. Yifan is tall but that works out because Yixing gets to bury his head in the crook of his neck just right. He pulls away from Yifan's lips to do just that, nuzzling Yifan's neck with his nose and inhaling his cologne which Yixing absolutely loves. His arms go down to wrap around Yifan’s waist while Yifan’s go around his shoulders. Yixing’s locked in Yifan’s embrace and he loves the safe feeling that comes with it.
"Well, what do we have here?"
Yifan pushes himself away from Yixing the same time Yixing jumps back. The roses in his hand are still in perfect condition when he looks down to check on them and he heaves a sigh of relief, though he shouldn't be because he just got caught intimately sniffing his boyfriend in front of the boyfriend's mother.
"How long have you been there?" Yifan asks his mother as he straightens his shirt.
"Long enough," she replies, a knowing smirk on her face.
Yixing reddens and bows his head in greeting, stepping forward to hand the bouquet of flowers over to Yifan's mother. He's surprised, in a good way, when she envelopes him in a hug and it feels so nice that Yixing allows himself to relax in her embrace.
"These roses are beautiful! They're my favourite," she exclaims when she finally takes the bouquet from Yixing after their hug.
"I'm glad," Yixing smiles, dimple showing.
Yifan places his hand on the small of Yixing's back and pushes him into the house right after his mother, leaning down yet again and leaving a kiss on Yixing's cheek.
"I told you there's nothing for you to worry about."
"Yeah," Yixing agrees, looking up and smiling at Yifan.
Yifan's mother ushers them into the dining room where a feast is already laid out for dinner. There are so many dishes that Yixing doesn't know if the three of them will be able to finish it all. He doesn’t have to worry, though. Yifan sits down immediately the moment he sees the dishes on the table and leaves Yixing standing at their original spot, mouth open and staring at his boyfriend who just abandoned him for food.
“That’s not nice of you, Fan,” his mother chides him.
Yifan has the decency to look sheepish as he stands up again, walking over to him and then forcefully pushing him into the seat next to his before he takes his seat again and waits for his mother to bring out the warm rice from the kitchen.
“I should go help your mother,” Yixing comments as he makes to stand up again but Yifan only pushes him down with a strong hand on his thigh.
“She’s a strong woman,” Yifan brushes it off as he rests his head on Yixing’s shoulder.
His mother comes out from the kitchen with three bowls of rice and sets them down before the two boys. She takes her own seat opposite Yifan, motioning for them to dig in and Yifan immediately does so. He takes pieces of meat and shoves them into his mouth. Yixing giggles because he rarely sees Yifan eat with such gusto, unless the food is incredibly good.
“I made all his favourite dishes today. I hope you like them,” Yifan’s mother invites Yixing with a smile, holding out a piece of fish on her chopsticks for him to take.
Yixing holds out his bowl with a bow of his head and smiles when the lady looks at him.
Dinner goes on with Yifan stuffing his face full and his mother asking Yixing various questions, ranging from his own parents’ occupations to his hobbies. Yixing answers them all politely, making sure to talk only when his mouth is empty and accepting whatever Yifan’s mother gives him. He takes frequent glances at Yifan and keeps placing meat and fish, along with vegetables which Yifan glares at, in his bowl.
"Vegetables are good for you," Yixing grins as he fills Yifan's bowl full with those green things Yifan absolutely loathes.
Yifan simply makes a face as he forces them down his throat. He never says no to Yixing.
“You never listen to me when I ask you to eat your vegetables,” Yifan’s mother clicks her tongue and gives her son a knowing smile while Yixing smiles bashfully.
Yixing aims for the last piece of meat on the dish in front of him but before he could grab it with his chopsticks, another pair of chopsticks beat him to it. He turns his head sharply to his right to see Yifan beaming at him with the piece of meat in between his chopsticks. Yixing frowns, reaching for it but Yifan pulls his arm back and the meat is out of Yixing’s reach. He knows he will never get it if Yifan has his arm held that high, so he puts his chopsticks down and pouts while looking at his bowl. This always works when they fight over food.
The piece of meat is dangling in front of his mouth within seconds and Yixing gobbles it up.
“Look at the two of you,” Yifan’s mother smiles fondly as she looks over the two of them.
Yixing helps clean up after dinner, putting all the dishes in the sink and then dragging Yifan to do them with him afterwards while his mother wipes down the table. Apart from Yifan deliberately swiping Yixing’s cheek with his soap covered hand a few times, everything goes smoothly. The dishes are clean and it’s as if they’re shining as they sit in the drying rack.
“What do we do now?” Yixing asks, following Yifan’s lead out of the kitchen.
They both stop in their tracks when they see Yifan’s mother sleeping on the couch. Yixing watches with a small smile on his face as Yifan walks towards her and grabs a blanket from the side table to cover her with it. He feels warm all over when Yifan leans down to kiss her on the forehead.
“That’s very nice of you,” Yixing comments, taking Yifan’s hand as they walk up the stairs after Yifan comes get him from the entrance of the kitchen.
“Momma’s boy,” Yifan chuckles, bringing Yixing into his room and locking the door behind them.
Yixing sits on the bed and looks up at Yifan who’s standing by the bed and hovering over him. He scoots over and makes space for the larger man, curling his arms around Yifan’s waist when Yifan sits down and leaning his head against his chest.
“I told you you’d be okay,” Yifan murmurs as he runs his hand through Yixing’s hair with his lips pressed against his head.
Yifan repositions the two of them so that he’s resting against the headboard with Yixing on top of him. Their bodies are pressed close together and Yixing enjoys the warmth Yifan’s body provides him with, snuggling further into Yifan’s embrace and content to stay as they are. His fingers draw random patterns on Yifan’s torso while he hums a tune, feeling the vibrations in his throat. He smiles when he feels Yifan shiver underneath him and then brings himself up to place a kiss on Yifan’s lips.
What Yixing does not expect is for Yifan to completely take control as Yifan puts his hand on Yixing’s nape and makes him stay in his place as he licks into Yixing’s mouth and intensifies the kiss. Yixing’s body is half twisted and it’s uncomfortable so he pulls away and sits up, staring at Yifan quizzically. He looks back at him, shirt wrinkled a little and lips parted open as he pants lightly.
“Your mother is downstairs,” Yixing starts.
“We’ll just have to be quiet,” Yifan suggests, his hint obvious.
Yixing considers it for a while and nearly decides not to when Yifan grabs him by the waist and reverses their positions. Yixing lands on the bed with a soft whimper. Yifan leans down and peppers kisses down his neck and then down his torso in apology, hands roaming south and fingering the button on Yixing’s jeans. It’s hard to say no when Yifan knows where and how to leave kisses to convince him.
“We need to be fast,” Yixing says, back arching up when Yifan sucks at the skin near his hipbones.
Yifan hums in approval and does quick work on Yixing’s jeans. He pops the button open and unzips, pulling the heavy fabric down Yixing’s slim legs and throwing them behind him to a corner of his room. Yixing is already half hard in his boxer briefs.
Warm fingers move along his inner thighs and strokes at the soft skin, wet lips following after, sucking and leaving little red marks on the milky white skin of Yixing’s thighs. Yixing whimpers when he feels Yifan’s hot breath near his erection, hips jerking up when Yifan pulls away with a smirk on his face. Yixing watches as Yifan takes off his shirt and then his pants but leaves his briefs on, at which Yixing frowns because they’re supposed to quick but apparently being quick isn’t on Yifan’s mind if he’s still in his underwear and not already fucking him.
“Your shirt, baby,” Yifan prompts.
Yixing belatedly realises his shirt is still on and he sits up to bring it over his head and throw it to one side before lying back down again, waiting for Yifan to continue his ministrations. Yifan nearly rips off Yixing’s boxer briefs and he gasps at the sudden roughness. Within seconds Yifan has his lips closed around the head of Yixing’s half-hard cock, sucking down and taking nearly the entire length in his mouth. Yixing throws his head back with his mouth open as his back arches at the sudden heat enveloping his dick.
Yifan can feel Yixing growing in his mouth, hot and heavy on his tongue. He hollows his cheeks, fingers wrapping around the base of Yixing’s cock to hold it in place. When Yifan pulls back after a few bobs of his head, Yixing is fully hard and his cock is an angry red, wet against his stomach.
Yixing reaches over and digs around for the bottle of lube he knows Yifan keeps in his bedside table and tosses it over to him when he finds it, the bottle already half empty from their previous turns.
“We need to get more,” Yifan comments as he pops open the lid of the bottle and proceeds to coat his fingers with the substance.
“Fuck me now, talk later,” Yixing demands, eyebrows furrowed as he watches Yifan take his own sweet time. He moves his knee and it brushes against Yifan’s crotch, and Yifan is rock hard already.
Yifan chuckles and throws Yixing a cheeky grin, three of his fingers already coated with lube. Yixing spreads his legs and brings them up, his hands holding onto his knees to keep his legs open. He knows his hole that’s now openly displayed is puckered and ready for Yifan.
The first finger enters him slowly, letting Yixing get used to the feeling before the second one enters and scissors him open. He’s still slightly loose from when they fucked two days before in Yixing’s bed and Yixing doesn’t understand why Yifan is still treating him like glass when all he wants is to be fucked good.
“Can you just hurry,” Yixing pleads as he pushes back on Yifan’s long fingers.
“Patience,” Yifan chides him as he slides in a third finger and thrusts all three in and out repeatedly.
Yixing’s a moaning mess as Yifan works him open, hands running through Yifan’s hair when he pulls him down for a searing kiss. It’s messy and uncoordinated but hot and satisfying at the same time, lips crashing together as the long fingers inside him press against the bunch of nerves and causes him to let out a loud moan that would probably wake Yifan’s mother downstairs.
“You’re too loud,” Yifan says before shoving Yixing’s own underwear into his mouth.
Yixing should be disgusted but he’s turned on instead at the power and dominance Yifan is showing. The fingers slip out of him and the groan he emits is muffled. Yifan stands on his knees and hurriedly gets rid of his briefs, cock springing free and leaking with pre-cum at the tip. He coats his cock up with a copious amount of lube as Yixing observes, waiting and impatient.
Yifan nudges forward and the head of his cock brushes against Yixing’s entrance. Yixing whines and pushes his hips forward the same time Yifan pushes in, the heat around Yifan’s cock mind-blowingand his patience snaps.
He pulls out and thrusts back in, slowly at first before picking up the speed and making Yixing thrash around on the bed. The sight from Yixing’s view is incredible. Yifan has his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he focuses on bringing the both of them to completion, perspiration running down the sides of his face and the best of all is he’s biting on his lips so hard Yixing can see a hint of blood.
“Switch,” Yixing manages to mumble out through the makeshift gag in his mouth as Yifan pounds into him at a fast pace.
Yifan pulls out and flips them around, sitting up against the headboard of his bed and watching as Yixing sinks down on his cock. Yixing throws his head back and immediately bounces up and down in Yifan’s lap, hands on Yifan’s strong shoulders to help him keep his balance in check. Yifan’s large hands hold onto his slim waist to help him bounce on his cock, setting the fast pace himself and leaving Yixing with no choice but to follow it.
Yixing feels like he’s close, his stomach clenching as Yifan’s cock continues to ram into the bunch of nerves inside him. He screams at a particularly hard thrust when Yifan jerks his hips upwards when Yixing comes down but it’s muffled and Yixing’s somewhat relieved because he can make all the noises he wants without alarming Yifan’s mother downstairs.
Yixing squeezes Yifan’s shoulders to let him know that he’s close, and Yifan’s hand goes down from his waist to his cock and wraps around it. He strokes in time with his thrusts, hand moving up and down quickly to bring Yixing over the edge.
He comes with a muffled scream, hot cum landing on Yifan’s chest. Yifan strokes him through his orgasm as Yixing sits still on his cock and the heat wrapping around him is suffocating and Yifan is close too but he waits for Yixing to finish before tending to his own needs. Yixing is priority, after all.
Yifan’s caught by surprise when Yixing stands on his knees, causing his still hard cock to slip out of him, and slides down his body to take his cock into his mouth after taking his underwear out from his mouth, now soaked. Yifan groans lowly as Yixing sucks hard, using his hand to cover what his mouth cannot take in. He twists his wrist and Yifan nearly shouts, moving closer to the edge. Yixing licks a stripe up the underside of Yifan’s cock before closing his mouth around the head and sucking again, tongue playing with the slit and licking up the pre-cum. Yixing starts to hum around Yifan’s cock and the vibrations are too much for even Yifan to handle, bringing him even closer to his orgasm. His hands come down to grab at Yixing’s hair, hips thrusting upwards and fucking into Yixing’s warm open mouth, desperate to reach his own end.
He comes with a loud moan when Yixing presses a finger slightly into his hole, shocking him and causing him to empty himself into Yixing’s mouth. He looks on as Yixing swallows all his cum and waits for Yifan to finish before letting his softening cock fall from his mouth and wiping at the corner of his lips. He comes up and kisses Yifan square on his lips, melting into his embrace when Yifan’s strong arms wrap around his waist to hold him to his body.
“I think the gag worked,” Yifan grins when he hears nothing from downstairs after a few moments of silence.
“I think so too,” Yixing smiles, content.
There’s a sudden knock on the door that startles the both of them and they look at each other with widened eyes.
“When you boys are done, come down for more dessert,” Yifan’s mother shouts from outside the door.
Well, fuck.