in da mood for some xiuhan (ღ︶▽︶ღ)
I have this melodramatic Taoris fic in my head that I really want to write, but I barely got 1,000 words down before I found myself veering off into Xiuhan territory. It's still part of the same fic though! I think.
Details: Lu Han/Xiumin; G.
Notes: Was originally going to be a side pairing in the actual fic but this will probably change now haha T__T THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER!!
"Come here," Minseok says, waving Lu Han over. Lu Han puts down his toy and lets himself be coerced into Minseok's lap, face to face, his knees astride Minseok's hips, bony ass digging trenches into Minseok's thighs. Lu Han usually hates this position; he'd never sit like this if there were anyone else in the room. But it's just the two of them now and Lu Han isn't complaining at all. He blinks when Minseok pushes up for a kiss, but when Minseok pulls away, he's smiling.
"What was that for?" he asks.
Minseok shrugs one shoulder. "No reason."
"None at all?" Lu Han prods, smile widening.
"Nope." Minseok's hands slide around Lu Han's waist without conscious effort. Comfortable. Easy.
"Nothing like, hmm, Zitao's Kris angst, or Kris' Zitao angst, that's spurring you to realize what a great catch I am? Because I'm awesome and dependable and rub your feet in the middle of the night when you get arch cramps, and-"
Minseok steals another kiss to shut him up. Stupid Lu Han, seeing through Minseok like a fucking window. Lu Han tries to pull back, laughing at Minseok's cheesy tactics, but he's so besotted. He can barely stand a few inches of space between them before he cracks, surging back in to catch Minseok's lips in a longer, deeper kiss. Just to be annoying, Minseok arranges Lu Han's arms to wrap around his neck, the way Lu Han only does when Minseok is topping, and Lu Han allows this too. Actually tightens his grip so he can squash closer-Minseok feels something in his chest leap like a bird taking flight. Lu Han is in a really good mood today, being this submissive. Or he's in a normal mood, and he's just being agreeable because he wants to humour Minseok. Or-or it's not that he's pointedly doing anything, it's that he's doing whatever because he feels comfortable doing anything with Minseok.
Minseok is the one who breaks the kiss so they can breathe. Lu Han's eyes are hooded, dazed. He's staring at Minseok's mouth. He looks like he's clean forgotten about Kris and Tao's relationship drama, or even who Kris and Tao are, exactly.
It's this look that makes Minseok feel the full strength of Lu Han's love, like a bullet train to the face. He could compare it to Batman being given a piece of Kryptonite by Superman, with every facet of trust laced implicitly in the gesture: the pressure is in equal parts terrifying and amazing. It makes Minseok feel invincible, but even more than that, it makes Minseok feel humble. Of all the people in the world who would have crawled on their knees to be gifted one of Lu Han's smiles, here is Minseok, granted white card access to an unlimited supply, and he didn't even have to ask for it. He didn't even have to deserve it.
"Hey," he says softly, cupping Lu Han's cheek.
"Hi," replies Lu Han, equally soft.
"I like you," says Minseok.
Lu Han's lips do that thing where it's like he's trying to flatten down a smile with the same level of success as tampering down an overflowing champagne bottle. "You like me like me," he says, as much of a statement as it is a question.
"I like you like you... a lot," says Minseok. He leans back against the sofa and Lu Han follows as if they're magnetized, slotting his body against Minseok's, north pole to south. He tucks his chin onto Minseok's shoulder and wiggles his hands into the smidge of a gap between Minseok's back and the sofa. Minseok can feel his fingers tickling, spreading out, then stilling. Two warm starfish shields, guarding and holding, keeping Minseok anchored to where he belongs.
"I'm glad," Lu Han whispers. His eyelashes sweep the edge of Minseok's jaw. Lu Han presses a smile into Minseok's neck and stays there, sweet and relaxed, like there's no place else he'd rather be.
Details: Lu Han/Xiumin; G.
Notes: Was originally going to be a side pairing in the actual fic but this will probably change now haha T__T THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER!!
"Come here," Minseok says, waving Lu Han over. Lu Han puts down his toy and lets himself be coerced into Minseok's lap, face to face, his knees astride Minseok's hips, bony ass digging trenches into Minseok's thighs. Lu Han usually hates this position; he'd never sit like this if there were anyone else in the room. But it's just the two of them now and Lu Han isn't complaining at all. He blinks when Minseok pushes up for a kiss, but when Minseok pulls away, he's smiling.
"What was that for?" he asks.
Minseok shrugs one shoulder. "No reason."
"None at all?" Lu Han prods, smile widening.
"Nope." Minseok's hands slide around Lu Han's waist without conscious effort. Comfortable. Easy.
"Nothing like, hmm, Zitao's Kris angst, or Kris' Zitao angst, that's spurring you to realize what a great catch I am? Because I'm awesome and dependable and rub your feet in the middle of the night when you get arch cramps, and-"
Minseok steals another kiss to shut him up. Stupid Lu Han, seeing through Minseok like a fucking window. Lu Han tries to pull back, laughing at Minseok's cheesy tactics, but he's so besotted. He can barely stand a few inches of space between them before he cracks, surging back in to catch Minseok's lips in a longer, deeper kiss. Just to be annoying, Minseok arranges Lu Han's arms to wrap around his neck, the way Lu Han only does when Minseok is topping, and Lu Han allows this too. Actually tightens his grip so he can squash closer-Minseok feels something in his chest leap like a bird taking flight. Lu Han is in a really good mood today, being this submissive. Or he's in a normal mood, and he's just being agreeable because he wants to humour Minseok. Or-or it's not that he's pointedly doing anything, it's that he's doing whatever because he feels comfortable doing anything with Minseok.
Minseok is the one who breaks the kiss so they can breathe. Lu Han's eyes are hooded, dazed. He's staring at Minseok's mouth. He looks like he's clean forgotten about Kris and Tao's relationship drama, or even who Kris and Tao are, exactly.
It's this look that makes Minseok feel the full strength of Lu Han's love, like a bullet train to the face. He could compare it to Batman being given a piece of Kryptonite by Superman, with every facet of trust laced implicitly in the gesture: the pressure is in equal parts terrifying and amazing. It makes Minseok feel invincible, but even more than that, it makes Minseok feel humble. Of all the people in the world who would have crawled on their knees to be gifted one of Lu Han's smiles, here is Minseok, granted white card access to an unlimited supply, and he didn't even have to ask for it. He didn't even have to deserve it.
"Hey," he says softly, cupping Lu Han's cheek.
"Hi," replies Lu Han, equally soft.
"I like you," says Minseok.
Lu Han's lips do that thing where it's like he's trying to flatten down a smile with the same level of success as tampering down an overflowing champagne bottle. "You like me like me," he says, as much of a statement as it is a question.
"I like you like you... a lot," says Minseok. He leans back against the sofa and Lu Han follows as if they're magnetized, slotting his body against Minseok's, north pole to south. He tucks his chin onto Minseok's shoulder and wiggles his hands into the smidge of a gap between Minseok's back and the sofa. Minseok can feel his fingers tickling, spreading out, then stilling. Two warm starfish shields, guarding and holding, keeping Minseok anchored to where he belongs.
"I'm glad," Lu Han whispers. His eyelashes sweep the edge of Minseok's jaw. Lu Han presses a smile into Minseok's neck and stays there, sweet and relaxed, like there's no place else he'd rather be.