We Are One! (Yixing's a Thigh-Man)
Title: We Are One! (Yixing's a Thigh-Man))
Author: leejaehwa7
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Luhan/Lay/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Summary: EXO made a contract in which they’ve agreed to make each other happy, to share each other equally, and take comfort in one another while indulging in an open group relationship.
A/N: well...basically...Yixing wanted to appreciate Tao's thighs ;D
Previous: ( The Morning After ) ( Movie Night ) ( Game Night ) ( BaekYeol Becomes Exclusive )
Yixing likes a nice set of legs. He likes admiring them, seeing how the muscles move beneath the flesh. He enjoys the feeling of fleshy thighs beneath his fingers as he does unmentionable things. He’s seen a variety throughout his lifetime and has found that he’s not particularly picky when it comes to legs, but he does have a few preferences. For instance, he knows he likes soft, pale thighs that he can sink his fingers into.
Luhan has those kinds of thighs and right now, they’re peeking out from his loose shorts as his legs drape precariously over Yixing’s lap as they sit on the couch in the dorm’s living room. He can’t help staring. His hand itches to touch, so he does, slowly running a finger up and down the side of Luhan’s thigh before he places his hand on Luhan’s knee, dragging it up until it’s dipping into the bottom of Luhan’s shorts. His fingers press into Luhan’s inner thigh, giving him a reason to shiver other than the much too low turned air conditioner.
Luhan shifts his leg, causing them to open wider, incidentally pushing Yixing’s hand further up. Truth be told, Luhan likes being admired as much as Yixing likes to admire. It tickles a bit; the way Yixing’s fingers press against the supple skin between his legs, but Luhan likes the tingle and what it could possibly lead to. Even now, he leans into Yixing, ready to suggest more as his hand wraps behind Yixing’s neck, curling into his hair as he pulls him close.
They’re interrupted though. The sound of the front door slamming breaks them out of their cocoon of silence and soft touches. They witness Tao pass by in workout sweats and a black tank top, probably just coming from the studio because he’s carrying his workout backpack with him. He stalks down the hall and the dorm resounds with the echoes of another slamming door. Moments later a ruffled Xiumin appears carrying his laptop and a Mandarin for beginners book mumbling something about an attitude and taking it out on him.
“What do you think his problem is?” Luhan whispers. His lips a hair’s breadth away from Yixing’s, eager to touch and taste.
“Want to find out?” Yixing grins mischievously, brushing his lips against Luhan’s before removing his hand from his thigh so they can untangle their limbs.
Luhan stands pulling Yixing with him as they travel down the hall to Tao’s room. They forgo the courtesy of knocking, ceremoniously barging into Tao’s room like they usually do. They’re met with an unexpected sight; finding Tao splayed across his bed, hand in his pants, pumping himself furiously. Luhan lets out a surprised “oh” as Tao rips his hand from his pants, sitting up in the process. Luhan and Yixing pass knowing looks as the latter closes and locks the bedroom door behind them.
“Don’t stop on our account,” Luhan says, making his way to the side of Tao’s bed.
Tao’s sitting up against the wall, legs dangling off the side of the bed, hair disheveled and pants still tented at his crotch. He glances between Luhan and Yixing, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Yixing moves until he’s hovering over Tao, dimple showing as he grins. His hands fall onto Tao’s clothed thighs, palming circles into them as they inch up to his waist, thumbs hooking into the band of Tao’s sweatpants.
Tao’s breath hitches. “What are you…”
“Don’t be stingy, Tao. At least let us watch.” Yixing drags Tao’s pants down, briefs included, completely exposing Tao who’s too heated to stop this from happening.
Luhan wraps his arms around Yixing’s waist, pulling him back so he can get a clear view of Tao’s front. They stare expectantly, smiling at the youngest, all hot and leaking.
“Touch yourself,” Luhan encourages.
Tao’s pulse quickens as his hand slides up to touch himself. He palms the underside of his hard on, pressing it against his stomach before wrapping his hand around the shaft and thumbing at the slit. His eyes roll back, head slumping against the wall taken over by pleasure.
Luhan still has his arms wrapped around Yixing, mouth hot against his shoulder as he ogles Tao’s ministrations to himself. The black tank top he’s wearing works well at defining Tao’s muscular form, allowing a perfect view of his sculpted arm as it flexes with each stroke. They stare fixedly as Tao’s other hand slides to the crook between his thigh and crotch. His fingers splay against the tender skin of his inner thigh before fondling his sac and Yixing practically salivates at the sight.
By this time, Luhan’s hands have dipped into the front of Yixing pants, rubbing his hard on as he grinds into Yixing’s ass, glad that their heights are the same because it makes getting friction in the right places easier. Yixing heats up as Luhan feels him up, but his mind is so focused on Tao’s tan thighs, it doesn’t even register that his pants are at his knees until he attempts to step forward. Without pause he pushes them to his feet, stepping out of his clothes and up to the bed. Luhan loosens his grip, curious to see what Yixing is thinking.
“Tao.” Yixing’s voice is throaty as he touches Tao’s knees; hooking his hands behind them, pulling as he says, “Slide down on the bed.”
Tao obliges with all the grace of a fish out of water. He’s relaxed which makes it easier for Yixing to spread Tao’s legs as he drops to his knees. He slides his hands along the inner walls of Tao’s thighs making him tremble, which in turn causes his strokes to slow as his brain becomes aware of Yixing’s touch. All the while, Luhan watches, palming himself through his pants.
Yixing licks his lips before kissing at the side of Tao’s knees, then dragging his tongue up the inside of Tao’s legs causing his muscular thigh to stiffen under the tease. He stops, just a couples of inches from the crook between Tao’s thigh and sac, sucking at the tender flesh, while his other hand runs up and down Tao’s other thigh. He licks and nips and tongues the supple flesh between Tao’s legs so well that Tao becomes distracted and stops pumping. He simply holds himself, squeezing a bit as Yixing comes just a bit closer to his crotch.
Feeling somewhat left out, Luhan relieves himself of his pants, leaving his briefs on as he kneels behind Yixing, gripping his ass tightly causing Yixing to bite the inside of Tao’s left thigh. Tao attempts to close his legs, but Yixing braces them open, sliding his hands up to Tao’s still ones, coaxing them into moving again. Yixing looks back to Luhan, smiling as he raises his ass, giving Luhan more leverage and it doesn’t take long before Luhan is grinding into Yixing’s backside, prolonging his joy as he dry humps Yixing. The force of Luhan pushing against him and the fact that Yixing is between Tao’s glorious, golden thighs makes his hard on ache with a need to be touched. Luhan seems to read his mind because he reaches around, gripping Yixing enough to give him the friction he’s aching for.
Yixing refocuses, coaxing Tao’s legs up so he can suckle at the backs of his thighs, familiarizing himself with every inch of Tao’s sweet skin, leaving marks as he tastes his way across the golden planes. Tao finds that he loves it, being appreciated like this as he pleasures himself. As Yixing makes his way back to the inside of Tao’s thighs, Tao finds that he’s close and with one particularly hard nip from Yixing centimeters away from his sac has him coming all over his black tank top.
“Fuck,” Tao grunts as he comes down from his high, watching as Yixing laps at his bruised skin, while Luhan grinds against him.
Seeing that Tao worked himself off, Luhan pulls Yixing up by his shoulder, keeping his other hand wrapped around Yixing leaking hard on, pressing their bodies together for more friction. It doesn’t take long for Yixing to come while he views the damage done to Tao’s honey thighs, the taste of Tao’s skin still lingering on his tongue. He grins, sated by Luhan’s delicate hand, but Luhan still wants more. He’s been holding back from fucking Yixing, clearly open for the taking because he knows Yixing’s back is still recovering and too much pressure could hurt him again.
"I need more,” Luhan breathes into Yixing’s ear. “Suck me off.” He stands before Yixing finally pulling off his briefs, ready to be relieved by those pretty lips and quick tongue.
“Wait,” Tao huffs, pushing himself up on his arms.
They watch him expectantly. Yixing’s hands are already gripping at Luhan’s bare thighs, ready to taste the man standing before him.
“I need more,” Tao says mimicking Luhan’s request.
Luhan cards his fingers through Yixing’s hair as he stays kneeling before him, leaning into him as Yixing kisses his leg. “What do you need, Tao? You have to tell us what you want.”
He falls back, dropping from his arms as his hand reaches up to pull at his hair. “Fuck,” he says disgruntled. “I want to be fucked.”
Luhan balks for a second before moving to Tao’s side. “What’s got you so worked up?” He trails his fingers up Tao’s arm.
Yixing places himself at Tao’s other side, hand rubbing Tao’s thigh gently.
“Kris is such an ass,” he says, more to himself than the others. “He’s been teasing me all day, getting me hard and then leaving me hanging.”
“Wasn’t he supposed to come home with you?” Yixing asks, recalling clearly how Tao and Kris had the same schedule for the day.
“He was, we were on our way, until Chen asked him for help with something. I waited around, but judging from the sound coming out of the practice booth, he wasn’t going to finish anytime soon. Can you believe him? Guess it doesn’t matter who he fucks in the end.” Tao moves his arm over his face, annoyed with how whiny he sounds and the fact that his eyes are actually watering.
Yixing jerks his head and Luhan just knows that Yixing’s telling him to get the lube out of Tao’s nightstand. Yixing slides his hand up Tao’s hip and under his tank top, leaning in to kiss the arm that covers Tao’s face.
“You want to forget about Kris?” Yixing asks.
Tao nods silently.
Yixing moves his hand up to uncover Tao’s face so that he can look him in the eye. “You want to get even with Kris?”
“How?” Tao’s curious and a bit worried because Yixing’s ideas are always a bit skeptical.
Yixing raises his eyebrows suggestively, hand rubbing Tao’s arm. “I’m sure Kris is going to come looking for you when he gets back. Why don’t we leave him a little present?”
“What do you mean?” Tao jumps, now aware of Luhan sitting between his legs as his slick hand slides between his cheeks, circling his entrance slowly.
“What do you think Kris will do when he sees that you’ve been nicely fucked?”
Yixing doesn’t give Tao time to answer as he moves to straddle his waist, pulling him up by his soiled tank top until Yixing’s lips are on his, tongue peeking out to swipe across Tao’s before he dives in completely and Tao’s gasping as Luhan finally enters a finger into him. His head is swimming but he likes the way Luhan and Yixing take care of him, giving him a little extra attention, making Kris an afterthought.
Yixing keeps Tao breathless with excessive kisses that linger to the point that he feels suffocated, but he likes it. He likes the way Yixing laughs into the kisses when Tao grips at his sides, fingers tickling his skin. All the while, Luhan works him open, slicking up before he presses into Tao. In the process, Luhan pulls Yixing back, tugging his shirt off, kissing at his shoulder blades while he glides in and out of Tao. In his position, Yixing’s backside rubs against Tao’s hardening cock. He wants more and Yixing finds himself being grinded on again as Tao holds him by the thighs, moving his hips down to meet Luhan’s thrusts and up to rub against Yixing’s ass.
Holding Yixing as leverage, Luhan quickens his pace as he pounds into Tao, fucking him just the way he wanted. He’s close and he can tell that Tao is too because he’s jerking frantically against Yixing, who reaches back to squeeze Tao’s thighs to steady himself. Luhan finally comes, spilling inside of Tao, riding out his orgasm as breathes hot air against Yixing’s back, pushing him down into Tao’s hips. The friction is enough to push Tao over the edge for the second time, coming between Yixing’s thighs.
Tao falls limp as Luhan pulls out of him and Yixing leans down to give him a bruising kiss, biting Tao’s bottom lip enough to leave a lingering mark. They’re already swollen from earlier and Tao’s hair is a mess. His shirt’s stained; thighs love bitten, and sticky with the bit of Luhan’s come that’s spilled out of him. He looks perfectly fucked and content with the events that have taken place as he lays spread out and breathing heavily.
As Yixing slides off of Tao, Luhan leans to kiss Tao, smirk on his lips when he pulls back. He moves to stand beside the bed, hugging Yixing from behind again as they admire their work.
“Was that what you wanted?” Luhan kisses Yixing’s shoulder, grinning to himself.
“That was amazing,” Tao’s says sitting up, preparing to remove his tank top.
“Wait.” Yixing holds his hands up. “Keep it on. You should stay like that until Kris comes back. It’s our present to him. It’ll show him what he missed out on.” He winks to Tao, grinning with that mischievous dimple of his.
Luhan laughs at the thought of what Kris’ face will look like when he finds Tao like this, completely and happily fucked. “He’ll definitely be surprised.” Luhan laughs unabashedly. “We’re going to take a shower. Make sure you stay just like that, maybe take a nap until Kris gets back.”
Tao smiles with Luhan, hating the crusty feeling between his legs, but he does as he’s told, knowing that in all his craziness Yixing actually has a point this time. He wants Kris to see what he’s missed out on. He’s also prepared for the consequences, hopes that there will be consequences.
As Yixing and Luhan make their way down the hall to the shower, Luhan chuckles. “What do you think Kris will do when he sees him?”
“Fuck him,” Yixing says decidedly.
“You don’t think he’ll be mad at us?” Luhan isn’t really scared because he plays tricks on Kris all the time and he knows he can get out of any punishment with the right amount of pouting and whining.
“Probably,” Yixing shrugs, grinning mischievously again. “But he’s definitely going to fuck Tao.”
Yixing finds himself staring at Luhan’s thighs as he skips ahead, still half naked. He decides he wants to taste them, to see how they compare to Tao’s. Yixing thinks maybe he isn’t really a legman because that would imply he likes the entire leg when in reality, he’s more interested in the thigh, sweet, supple thighs.
He reaches down, pinching the back of Luhan’s thigh as he pauses to open the bathroom door, causing him to jump. He laughs, pulling Yixing into the bathroom, falling against the wall as they kiss. Luhan lifts his leg up against Yixing’s side knowingly and Yixing catches him beneath the thigh squeezing with the anticipation of what’s to come.
Yeah, Yixing’s definitely a thigh-man.