Better Don't Mess With Me
Title: Better Don't Mess With Me
Pairing: Fanxing
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Handcuffs, written a while ago so pls don't hold me liable for it
Length: 5,7k
Summary: Yifan doesn't like seeing Yixing spend time alone with classmates who have an obvious crush on his boyfriend.
A/N: This story is set in the same universe as my In All Honesty fics, so if you read them first it might make a bit more sense. I wrote this during my Fanxing Anon days, for Maine, but I never got around to editing it. It was written like forever ago, and it made me realize how much my writing has changed since then (hopefully), but I figured it would be a waste if I were to never take this fic out of my WIP folder, so here it is.
Better Don't Mess With Me
Generally speaking Yixing wasn’t such a big fan of afternoons spent with studying or doing anything university-related. He was a studious person, sure, but rather because he was disciplined, not because he actually liked slaving away over books, projects and homework.
That was why the site design project was a welcome change. Admittedly, the project in and of itself was already interesting, but the fact that he was paired up with Chanyeol for it turned his Wednesday and Friday afternoons into being fun, despite them doing homework. The younger was a seemingly boundless well of energy, Yixing had found it impossible to not return these face-splitting smiles of his classmate that seemed to stretch from one ear to the other.
It was a normal Friday afternoon as far as Yixing was concerned, sitting together with Chanyeol at their project the way they always did. He was concentrated on finishing the sketch of their first outline, when his phone vibrated in his pockets.
Fishing it out, he read Yifan’s name on the screen, together with a message asking where he was.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion-Yifan knew very well that Friday afternoons meant project time with Chanyeol-and typed out his reply.
I’m with Chanyeol, working on our project, as usual. Why are you asking?
Seconds later an answer flashed on his screen.
I was at the library just now, you’re not there.
Finally it clicked with Yixing, though he didn’t quite get why the other had gone out of his way to look for him at the library, when they were only meant to meet up two hours from now.
Ah, yeah, I’m at Chanyeol’s place, there wasn’t enough space for our sketches at the library.
He placed the phone on the desk, display up so that he could keep an eye on it while working, and just when he had picked up the pencil again, Yifan answered.
And what about his roommate?
The question struck the brunet as odd.
I don’t know, he’s at a lecture I think? I didn’t ask him when he left.
This time he kept his phone unlocked right away, but Yifan didn’t answer anymore. Yixing reasoned that for some reason the elder really was just curious about his whereabouts, without any hidden motives, but after roughly five minutes of gliding the graphite of his pen over the smooth surface of the paper, his phone signalled another incoming message.
Can’t you finish earlier tonight? I know you’re making good progress and I really wanna see you
Yixing stared at his phone screen with mild surprise. He knew that whenever they were together, Yifan didn’t want them to do any studying, and he’d get whiny about it, telling Yixing that he wants to spend the time concerning himself with his boyfriend, not his textbooks. So Yixing was used to Yifan distracting him from university work as soon as he was in the same room as the elder, but his boyfriend hadn’t ever tried to persuade Yixing to ditch his project sessions yet.
His first instinct was to vehemently refuse, but at the same time he found himself tempted to give in, because as childish as Yifan’s request was, Yixing couldn’t help thinking it was cute. His conscience stroke him however when he caught Chanyeol looking at him, head tilted to the side questioningly. After all, it wasn’t just himself that was caught in this project and he didn’t have the heart to abandon his work and leave Chanyeol to shouldering the task by himself.
Come on, don’t be such a baby. I miss you too, but we’ll see each other in a few hours.
Yifan’s answer was instantaneous.
So you’d rather spend time with your project than your boyfriend?
Yes, I’d rather spend a few hours away from my boyfriend so I won’t have to spend the whole next semester having to redo this project.
He received another sad smiley, but after telling Yifan that he could whine for as long as he wanted, it wouldn’t make Yixing ditch his work, his phone eventually fell silent, and stayed that way until Yixing eventually bid Chanyeol goodbye.
As soon as he was out of the other’s room, he had his phone in his hand to text Yifan that he was done with his project work for the day. His message went unanswered. After a few minutes he followed it with another one, asking on whether they would meet up at Yixing’s or Yifan’s place, but that one was ignored as well. Face scrunching up in a miniscule scowl, Yixing decided to simply head for his own dorm first. Until Yifan stopped sulking he would at least be able to get a shower and a change of clothes.
He had only just unlocked the door and stepped through into his small dorm apartment when arms wound around his waist, pulling him against a firm, broad chest. The hug caught him off-guard, and the lips against his neck made him pull the door closed behind him with a bit more force than he had intended, the motion rather a surprised jerk of his arm than a controlled move.
“I thought you were mad at me, the way you ignored my texts,” he stated, sounding a tiny bit accusing because he didn’t appreciate Yifan ignoring him, but the elder didn't answer, instead choosing to move his head a little up to nibble at Yixing's ear. At the same time he used his body to push the smaller against the now closed door.
Yixing had half the mind to complain, to demand an explanation, but Yifan's hands were already moving lower on his waist, until they could slip underneath his shirt to caress the warm skin there.
Yixing found himself responding to the touches instinctively, and when Yifan's mouth moved from his earlobe to claim Yixing's lips instead, the younger's will to interrupt whatever was going to happen dropped pretty much to zero. In the back of his mind he hoped that Jongdae wasn't at home; he thought he recalled the younger saying something about some party he would be attending that night and that he would go over earlier to help with setting everything up. If Yixing’s memory wasn’t playing tricks on him, the coast should be clear.
So Yixing didn't oppose when Yifan's hands moved higher up his back, taking the fabric that was covering Yixing's torso with them. Separating for a short moment, Yifan drew Yixing’s shirt over the smaller’s head to discard it into a corner, before re-initiating an open-mouthed kiss.
After losing his own shirt, Yixing slipped his hands underneath Yifan's to skirt over the firm muscles he found below it. Playing basketball with as much passion as Yifan did had given him quite the nice body for Yixing to adore and let his fingertips dance over. Yifan's breath hitched slightly in reaction to Yixing's touch, and Yixing used the opportunity to try and claim the upperhand in their kiss.
The fervor with which Yifan battled him down though, forcing Yixing back into submitting to Yifan’s lead, surprised the younger a little. Apparently Yifan was still angry, even if only a tiny bit, no matter whether he claimed otherwise.
Circling Yixing's waist again, Yifan drew the smaller away from the door he had been pressing him against just a few moments prior and against his own body instead. Yixing used the motion to grind his crotch against Yifan's. If he couldn't have the control over the kiss, at least this was something he could do. A simultaneous moan escaped both of them, and Yifan's grip tightened.
Without detaching from Yixing, Yifan turned them around until he could walk his boyfriend backwards into the younger’s room. Yifan had been in his flat countless times, so Yixing really didn't care trying to break free from the embrace to check the way himself. Instead he let Yifan lead him until his legs hit the mattress and the elder guided him to lie down, following right after to hover over Yixing. Something flickered through the elder’s eyes, something that darkened his gaze, but it was gone too quickly for Yixing to even start wondering what it had been about.
“Can you close your eyes for me?” Yifan whispered with that breathy voice that he knew drove Yixing crazy, and despite wondering what the other might be planning, Yixing leaned up to place one last kiss on Yifan's lips, before complying with Yifan’s request.
“Don't open them until I tell you to.” This time the hot breath was ghosting over his neck, and Yixing used his nod as an attempt to cover up his instinctive squirming.
It was a weird sensation, to be unable to see Yifan, only knowing where he is through his touches. The elder started with pressing a trail of kisses down from Yixing's ear, along his jawbone, and then down his neck until he met his collarbone. He sucked at the skin there, drawing a shuddering breath from Yixing that was released in a breathy moan when Yifan's hands wandered up his sides, brushing over bare skin and sending shivers down his spine. When they arrived at his shoulders, Yifan stroked back down over his arms, before gently grasping Yixing’s wrists and guiding the younger’s hands up over his head. With the younger's arms out of his way, Yifan moved to trace the outline of Yixing's ribs with his tongue, all the way around to the side of his body. Soft mewling sounds escaped Yixing, and the fact that he didn't see and that his arms were being held up somehow intensified the sensation.
Under the ministrations of Yifan's mouth, the brunet gradually forgot about the position of his arms, or the fact that his eyes were closed. When the elder moved up from Yixing's chest, he whined in protest, bucking his hips up in hopes of being met with the comforting weight of the other’s body, but he was greeted with cold air instead. Yifan didn't return immediately, and Yixing was tempted to open his eyes to check what the other was doing when he felt his arms being moved. Then everything went surprisingly fast, and before he knew what was happening, he heard a metallic clicking noise, and his wrists were being encased by some sort of soft fabric.
His eyes flew open immediately, uncaring of the fact that Yifan hadn't yet allowed him to open them. Yixing looked at the smug expression on his boyfriend's face in disbelief, before shifting his gaze upwards to where his hands were caught in handcuffs, as he had already expected.
“What...?” he asked, dumbfounded, his brain not wanting to catch up through the haze of pleasure still lingering from Yifan’s kisses and touches. The elder moved back to his eyelevel, and Yixing made sure to glare at his boyfriend. “Yifan, what is this about?” his voice was caught between confusion and indignation as he uselessly tugged at his restraints.
The smug smile at having tricked his boyfriend made way for a slight scowl on Yifan’s face. “You were alone with him,” the elder noted, as if that would explain everything. When Yixing looked at him with a blank expression, Yifan lowered his head until his breath was ghosting right over Yixing's lips. “You were alone, with a boy who obviously has a crush on you, in his room,” Yifan elaborated, his voice barely more than a whisper but he was close enough for Yixing to catch every word either way.
The proximity, Yifan's voice and his expression-all that combined sent involuntary shivers down Yixing’s spine. With his arms fixed to the head of the bed he felt exposed, but he couldn't deny that it had him growing more aroused at the same time. Nonetheless he couldn't simply ignore what Yifan had said. “What are you talking about? I was just working on my project with Chanyeol.”
“That is exactly what I am talking about,” Yifan breathed against Yixing's neck, and let his hands brush over Yixing's ribcage.
The motion was very distracting to say the least, but Yixing still managed to gasp out an answer. “We're just partners for this project, he doesn't have a crush on me.”
Yifan paused his movements to sit back on Yixing's torso instead, looking down at the other with what looked very much like doubtful disbelief.
“Are you really that oblivious? He's being so obvious and you're not exactly being discouraging.”
“What I do is called being friendly, and that's it,” Yixing huffed. “You're being ridiculous, Yifa-”
He didn't get farther than that, because after furrowing his eyebrows in what appeared to be discontentment, Yifan leaned down to lick a wet hot stripe all the way from Yixing's collarbone up to his neck, while at the same time brushing his thumbs over Yixing's nipples. The younger's sentence turned into an open-mouthed moan, and his back would have arched if Yifan's weight on his middle wasn't still be holding him down.
“Not another word.” Yifan demanded, his tongue darting out to lick behind Yixing's ear, the way he knew drew helpless mewls from the brunet.
“But-,“ he weakly tried, only to immediately gasp when Yifan bit down on his neck. There was enough force behind the bite to sting and to leave angry red marks.
“I said, not another word.” Immediately after Yifan lapped at the spot as if to soothe the aggravated skin, which had Yixing moan softly in response. “I'm sure I can find something here to muffle you with.” He continued, shifting from his sitting position until he was once more hovering over Yixing. “But I'd prefer to hear your moans.”
At that he moved to nip at the insides of Yixing's arms, and the younger hadn't expected the skin there to be that sensitive. But the motion combined with Yifan lowering his crotch to let their clothed erections brush against each other had Yixing moaning loudly, just as Yifan had planned. The brunet's hands tried to look for purchase at the bed post, anything to hold onto when Yifan moved lower and lower, passing little bites and licks over the younger’s collarbone to finally hover over Yixing's chest. By that point the smaller was already a panting mess, his hands fisted into the chains of the handcuffs to keep himself from tugging at them hard enough to bruise his wrist.
Smirking, Yifan ran his tongue over Yixing's nipple before blowing gently on it, being rewarded with Yixing's back arching up as a bitten-back keen escaped the younger. Yifan repeated the motion, before moving to the other nipple to give it the same treatment, and all Yixing could think about was how hot he was and how uncomfortably tight his pants were.
“Yifan, please,” he gasped as the other seemed too caught up in his game of teasing Yixing’s nipples by sucking and blowing on them. The younger's voice was husky already, from all his heavy panting. He believed he had succeeded in finally getting his boyfriend to speed things up when Yifan ground his hips down, and Yixing threw his head back with a sharp inhale of air that escaped again in a guttural moan. Yifan seemed intent on making him suffer however.
“If you believe I'm gonna go easy on you tonight, you're sorely mistaken,” the elder declared, and as if to make a point he gently bit down on the nipple that was right in front of his face. “I'll show you who you belong to.”
Yixing wanted to retort, to answer with anything from “You're still being ridiculous.” to “There is no need to show me.” but all coherent thoughts fled his mind when Yifan's hand brushed against the waistband of his jeans. Instead of fishing for a witty comeback, he bucked his hips up, uncaring of looking desperate. It was the truth after all. He felt desperate.
For a change Yifan seemed to take pity on him, kissing down his chest until he could caress the skin of Yixing's stomach. At the same time large hands busied themselves with undoing Yixing's belt and zipper. It had the younger wish he were wearing sweatpants, because it seemed as if Yifan's hands weren't quite steady enough anymore to deal with Yixing's jeans when he was still busying himself with tasting Yixing's skin at the same time. Just as the smaller was about to beg for Yifan to hurry up already, the elder managed to undo all restraints holding Yixing's jeans up, and the brunet eagerly lifted he hips to let Yifan draw the garment down and away, boxers following in one swift movement.
Yixing released a content sigh when his erection finally sprung free, but the relief was short-lived. As soon as he had gotten rid of the smaller’s jeans, Yifan sat himself on Yixing's legs, dragging an experimental finger along his boyfriend's cock. It had Yixing’s sigh turn into a moan, and though there was nothing Yixing wished for more in that moment than for Yifan to fist his fingers around Yixing’s lengths, or to lap at it, suck it, the younger was still bothered by the fact that Yifan was still fully clothed, while he was stark naked in comparison.
“Undress,” he panted, and it might have come out as a command if Yixing's voice hadn't been so weak and hoarse. The statement had Yifan arch up an eyebrow in disbelief nonetheless.
“You think you're in a position to be giving orders here?”
Holding eye contact with Yixing the elder leaned forward and ran his tongue from the base of the younger's erection all the way up to the tip, making Yixing's breath hitch.
“Please.” Yixing added, wondering if making it a request would help with getting what his body was screaming for.
“So you want to see what I’ll be giving you?” Yifan asked, his lips stretching into that unbearably cocky smirk that had Yixing's erection twitch nonetheless.
“Yes,” He breathed out, his back arching slightly, trying to look as seductive as he possible. If the way Yifan gulped was any indication, he succeeded. It wasn't that difficult though, with his sweat-matted hair clinging to his forehead, his chest lifting with his heavy breathing, lips parted and slightly swollen from Yifan's kisses, and his angry red erection already leaking precum. He must have looked like a mess. He certainly felt like a mess.
The elder took a moment to study the body laid out before him, then lifted himself from his position on Yixing's legs. With swift movements he discarded his shirt, his pants following right after. The sight had Yixing whine impatiently, and although he really wanted to take time to appreciate his boyfriend's naked form, he wanted the other to immediately go back to touching him at the same time.
“Like what you see?” Yifan asked smugly once he had shed all his clothes, as if Yixing's noises hadn’t already been enough of an answer to that question.
“Yes,” Yixing huskily whispered, and raked his eyes from the blond's erection up to his face. Yifan's stare was intense enough to make Yixing shiver, and when the elder’s tongue darted out to lick across his lips, Yixing couldn't help the silent moan that fell from his own mouth.
“Good,” Yifan stated, as he resumed his previous position, bringing him to eye-level with Yixing 's cock. “Because I'll make you forget all about Chanyeol, I'm gonna make sure you'll be filled to the brim with me, and only me.”
In the fashion of the night he didn't give Yixing time to respond to…the threat, the promise? Perhaps it was a healthy dose of both. Instead he moved forward to lick up from Yixing's balls, tracing his tongue along the shaft of his boyfriend’s cock, until he could engulf its head. He gave it light, almost gentle sucks, before moving his lips down the younger's length.
A metallic rattle paired with fast panting and breathless moans filled the room, as Yixing squirmed, his arms straining against the handcuffs. He was sure that no matter how tight he gripped the chain he would still end up with bruises, but if his wrists were hurting, he couldn't feel it over the pleasure shooting through his body. Yifan usually was a bit clumsy when he gave Yixing blowjobs, worried about doing something wrong, hesitant to use his tongue or teeth. Tonight was entirely different however. Tonight Yifan didn't stop once to question Yixing whether it was doing alright, didn't pause. He grazed his teeth against Yixing's cock ever so often, and alternated between dipping his tongue into the slit at the head and deep-throating his boyfriend’s length the best he could, which had Yixing choke on air. Yifan’s large hands securely held Yixing's waist down, and the sensation of thumbs digging slightly into his flesh somehow added up to everything that was driving Yixing crazy. Out of reflex he wanted to take his arms down, to fist his fingers in Yifan's hair, but the handcuffs prevented him from doing that.
If Yixing was being honest, he didn't know how much longer he would be able to take the stimulation, but Yifan was an expert at knowing when the younger was close to the edge. He withdrew whenever Yixing threatened to climax, and the younger whined in protest every single time.
Yixing wished he could cover up his mouth, since he knew he was being loud. But his hands were tied, quite literally, so his only choice of muffling his moans would have been to bite his lips, and he was pretty sure he would bite right through the flesh in his attempt of keeping silent. Since he didn’t want Yifan to worry, he couldn't risk that. So he really didn't have any choice but to let all of the noises out.
For every moan, and every gasp, he was rewarded with another lick, but eventually the blond released his cock. Yixing could see how swollen his boyfriend’s lips were, glistening with Yixing's pre-cum, and the sight was so filthy, that it turned Yixing on even more, if that was even possible. Catching the younger's eyes on his lips, Yifan ran his tongue over them as if to clean them, intently watching Yixing's reaction.
“I think it's time to kick this up a notch,” he noted and Yixing's hazy mind wasn't really quick enough to decipher what the other could mean with that, but as long as it meant the other was finally done with teasing, Yixing wouldn’t complain.
When Yifan didn't move to grab for the lube though, instead spreading Yixing's legs to make space for him to settle between them, it made the younger afraid of what was to come next. He expected and wasn't prepared at the same time for the wet sensation at his entrance, that had him moan softly, eyes screwed shut.
The elder took his sweet time in exploring Yixing's hole, licking around it before dipping his tongue in to feel along Yixing's walls. The smaller couldn't do anything but moan helplessly, his thoughts a garbled mess among the pleasure, his cock throbbing painfully in need.
While he was busy darting his tongue in and out repeatedly, Yifan's fingers stroked up and down the inside of Yixing's quivering thighs. The motion was like a facsimile gesture of comfort, as if it was meant to calm Yixing down, but he was pretty sure Yifan knew it was having the exact opposite effect.
Amongst keens and heavy panting Yixing didn't even realize that he had started whispering Yifan's name under his breath, until his voice, continuously increasing in volume, was loud enough for Yifan to hear. After one last swipe of his tongue, the elder pulled back to dart a curious gaze at Yixing’s fluttering hole. Then his eyes shifted up to take in his boyfriend's ruffled state, a glint of mischief playing in them.
Wordlessly he moved up to claim Yixing's lips, and though the younger wanted to be disgusted at the fact that Yifan was kissing him right after giving him a blowjob and rimming him, he still found himself needily responding to the kiss, sucking at Yifan's lower lip and bucking his hips up at the same time. The moan that fell from Yifan's lips felt like a small victory in a lost battle. Yixing was very tempted to release a reliefed sob when Yifan finally reached for the lube on the nightstand. The younger encouraged his boyfriend by pressing small kisses to whatever part of Yifan's skin he could reach with his restricted range of movement. The wet presses of his mouth landed mostly on Yifan’s collarbone area as the elder was leaning over him.
Impatience finally had infected Yifan's movements as well. After all the drawn-out teasing foreplay, prepping went fast. Yifan's tongue had already loosened Yixing up a bit, and the younger was too far gone to really mind the three fingers stretching and scissoring him. He wanted Yifan, and he wanted him fast. So he spread his legs eagerly, and when Yifan positioned himself at Yixing's entrance, it were the heels of the younger's feet digging into Yifan’s lower back that drove him forward.
The elder locked gazes with Yixing, before pushing in in one swift glide. Yixing would have loved to have seen the expression on the other’s face, but as his back arched and his head tilted back his eyes were clenched shut automatically, a breathless keen ripping from his lungs. There was a slight burn-their busy deadline schedules had kept them from having sex for longer than either of them liked, probably adding to both of their frustration. But the feeling of uncomfortableness was outweighed by the pleasure of finally being filled by Yifan.
“Yes.” he involuntarily breathed the word, and Yifan leaned down as if meaning to catch his whispers right when they fell from his lips.
The elder drew out and pushed right back in, pressing Yixing into the mattress with each of his thrusts. Yixing's arms were straining as the brunet tried to brace himself against the headboard. It had his muscles quiver with every arch of his back as he tried to use the hold as leverage to push back against Yifan.
“You're mine.” Yifan suddenly whispered, his voice as breathless as Yixing's own, and it took the younger a moment amongst the hazy pleasure to register that his boyfriend had spoken. “I'm not willing to share, so better don't get too cozy with Chanyeol.”
The words were hardly any different from before, Yifan obviously being jealous, but when they had sex Yifan's eyes were always the most expressive, and right then Yixing saw something raw, something that looked like real worry, and it tugged at his heart.
“Yifan.” He said, taking deep breaths to balance the previous shallow intakes of air, trying to steady his voice enough to get through to Yifan. It wasn't easy to compose himself with Yifan's unbroken pace of thrusting into him but, using all his willpower, he managed to loosen his legs from around Yifan's waist, letting them fall down to rest over Yifan's shins instead. When he fixed his eyes on Yifan, gaze serious but affectionate, the other's movements turned shallower. “Yifan, please undo the handcuffs.”
A part of the angry dominance that had controlled Yifan's actions that night fell away as the elder looked back at his boyfriend, but despite Yifan seeming startled at Yixing's sudden change of demeanour, he retained his cockiness.
“Do you really want me to pull out in favour of getting the keys?” he asked, one eyebrow arched up.
It might have been one of the hardest choice ever for Yixing to decide to nod, but he did. He needed to be able to touch Yifan right then, a lot more than he needed the relief the other’s movements provided to the liquid fire burning underneath his skin. Seeing the resolution in Yixing's eyes, Yifan studied him briefly, before leaning up to work on the handcuffs securing the smaller's wrists. The motion confused Yixing, because Yifan hardly could have the key on him, naked as they both were, but he still heard a telltale click, and then his hands were released.
It dawned on him even before Yifan settled back down against his chest. “You don't need a key to open these handcuffs.”
“Wouldn't have wanted to move away from you in case I wanted to undo them.” Yifan smirked, as he admitted that there was a button to open the handcuffs. “But you better behave. No touching yourself or I'll cuff your hands back to the headboard.”
Yixing only nodded his obedience, overlooking the revelation of the handcuffs in favour of moving his hands down. Finally he could touch Yifan, brush the wet hair from his boyfriend’s forehead and run his fingers through the blond strands. His arms were a bit sore from the position they had been held up in, but Yixing couldn't have cared less as he cupped his boyfriend's face, looking at him with intent.
“There is nothing you need to worry about, Yifan,” he whispered, caressing Yifan's cheek with his thumbs. “I appreciate it that you get jealous, but you don't need to. I love you, and no one else.”
Moving his hands to Yifan’s neck, he pulled the elder down until he could place a gentle kiss on those soft lips. Despite starting out rather innocent, Yixing quickly moved to deepen the kiss by licking over Yifan's lips. As the other opened his mouth, allowing Yixing's tongue to enter, Yifan's hips started picking up their ceased thrusting motion again. It caught Yixing off-guard, and had him moan softly into the kiss. Spurred on by the noise and the open-mouthed kisses, Yifan’s pace sped up further.
The brushing of their mouths against each other grew sloppier and sloppier with both of them rapidly losing their breath with every snap of the elder’s hips. Yixing’s hands wandered from Yifan’s nape, one to fist into the elder’s hair instead, the way he had longed to do for a better part of the night, and the other to grasp tightly at Yifan’s biceps. The blond responded to the touch by shifting slightly, angling his thrusts a bit differently every time, until he had Yixing arch off the bed, his voice caught in his throat as white-hot pleasure shot through his body.
“There.” He keened, unnecessarily so, because Yifan knew very well that he had found the spot he had been looking for.
With Yifan keeping the angle, Yixing soon found himself unable to do anything, his hands both having fallen to Yifan’s back, looking for purchase. A small part of his brain wondered if he was leaving scratch marks behind on the elder’s broad shoulders in his frantic haze, but he was too caught up in the pleasure to really care. Yifan wasn’t protesting either after all.
A mixture of moans, Yifan’s name, hitched breaths and begs for Yifan to go faster, harder, right there fell from the younger’s lips, and when Yixing finally felt the telltale coil in his stomach, it didn’t take more than Yifan giving Yixing’s erection a few well-timed tugs to have Yixing cumming with a scream of Yifan’s name, his whole body shaking from the force of his orgasm.
Yixing’s hands grabbing tight at Yifan’s flesh combined with his hole clenching around the elder’s erection were enough to push his boyfriend to follow right after. Yifan climaxed with a grunt, and a moan which he muffled in the skin of Yixing’s shoulder.
After he had ridden out the last waves of his orgasm, Yifan heaved a deep breath before pulling out and trying to flop down beside Yixing, the best Yixing’s narrow queen-sized bed allowed. He ended up lying on the side more than fully on his back. It didn’t really matter though, because after a second of catching his breath, Yixing shifted to make enough space for Yifan, moving to cuddle into his boyfriend’s side as soon as the taller had settled comfortably. They were both sticky, and even through the veil of his afterglow Yixing could tell that his whole body would be sore the next morning, especially his lower back and his wrists.
“I didn’t know you were this possessive,” Yixing’s voice broke the silence of the room as he peered up at Yifan, who was absentmindedly drawing patterns on the skin of Yixing’s waist, the way he always did when they were lying together like this.
“Before I met you, I didn’t know either,” The blond confessed, and wound his arms almost imperceptibly tighter around the younger’s body.
“You know, I actually like that side.” Mobilizing the last strength in his body, Yixing stretched up to plant a small kiss on Yifan’s jaw. “It’s really hot to see you like this.”
In reaction the taller tilted his head until he was able to meet Yixing’s lips in a lazy kiss. “Oh really?”
Yixing hummed in affirmation, then his lips stretched into a mischievous smirk. “If you react like that if I am just friendly with people, perhaps I should try and actually flirt with some.”
“Oh no, you won’t,” The elder immediately declared, glaring at his boyfriend with all the intensity he could muster, being as spent and bathing in the afterglow as he was. “If you were to do that I would have no choice but to keep you chained to the bed permanently.”
“That might not be such a bad thing though,” The brunet answered, smirk stretching even farther as he pressed himself closer to Yifan’s body.
“Technically I agree, but there might be corpses. Of the poor souls you flirt with. So it’s probably still better if you don’t even try.”
Yixing chuckled in response. “Such an overbearing boyfriend.”
“But if you want me to chain you to the bed so badly, you only need to ask, I’m always glad to be of service.” Yifan made sure to breathe the words against Yixing’s ear.
The younger shivered slightly, before turning to demand a proper kiss, almost as if to seal Yifan’s promise. “Okay, perhaps I’ll keep you after all.”
Pairing: Fanxing
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Handcuffs, written a while ago so pls don't hold me liable for it
Length: 5,7k
Summary: Yifan doesn't like seeing Yixing spend time alone with classmates who have an obvious crush on his boyfriend.
A/N: This story is set in the same universe as my In All Honesty fics, so if you read them first it might make a bit more sense. I wrote this during my Fanxing Anon days, for Maine, but I never got around to editing it. It was written like forever ago, and it made me realize how much my writing has changed since then (hopefully), but I figured it would be a waste if I were to never take this fic out of my WIP folder, so here it is.
Better Don't Mess With Me
Generally speaking Yixing wasn’t such a big fan of afternoons spent with studying or doing anything university-related. He was a studious person, sure, but rather because he was disciplined, not because he actually liked slaving away over books, projects and homework.
That was why the site design project was a welcome change. Admittedly, the project in and of itself was already interesting, but the fact that he was paired up with Chanyeol for it turned his Wednesday and Friday afternoons into being fun, despite them doing homework. The younger was a seemingly boundless well of energy, Yixing had found it impossible to not return these face-splitting smiles of his classmate that seemed to stretch from one ear to the other.
It was a normal Friday afternoon as far as Yixing was concerned, sitting together with Chanyeol at their project the way they always did. He was concentrated on finishing the sketch of their first outline, when his phone vibrated in his pockets.
Fishing it out, he read Yifan’s name on the screen, together with a message asking where he was.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion-Yifan knew very well that Friday afternoons meant project time with Chanyeol-and typed out his reply.
I’m with Chanyeol, working on our project, as usual. Why are you asking?
Seconds later an answer flashed on his screen.
I was at the library just now, you’re not there.
Finally it clicked with Yixing, though he didn’t quite get why the other had gone out of his way to look for him at the library, when they were only meant to meet up two hours from now.
Ah, yeah, I’m at Chanyeol’s place, there wasn’t enough space for our sketches at the library.
He placed the phone on the desk, display up so that he could keep an eye on it while working, and just when he had picked up the pencil again, Yifan answered.
And what about his roommate?
The question struck the brunet as odd.
I don’t know, he’s at a lecture I think? I didn’t ask him when he left.
This time he kept his phone unlocked right away, but Yifan didn’t answer anymore. Yixing reasoned that for some reason the elder really was just curious about his whereabouts, without any hidden motives, but after roughly five minutes of gliding the graphite of his pen over the smooth surface of the paper, his phone signalled another incoming message.
Can’t you finish earlier tonight? I know you’re making good progress and I really wanna see you
Yixing stared at his phone screen with mild surprise. He knew that whenever they were together, Yifan didn’t want them to do any studying, and he’d get whiny about it, telling Yixing that he wants to spend the time concerning himself with his boyfriend, not his textbooks. So Yixing was used to Yifan distracting him from university work as soon as he was in the same room as the elder, but his boyfriend hadn’t ever tried to persuade Yixing to ditch his project sessions yet.
His first instinct was to vehemently refuse, but at the same time he found himself tempted to give in, because as childish as Yifan’s request was, Yixing couldn’t help thinking it was cute. His conscience stroke him however when he caught Chanyeol looking at him, head tilted to the side questioningly. After all, it wasn’t just himself that was caught in this project and he didn’t have the heart to abandon his work and leave Chanyeol to shouldering the task by himself.
Come on, don’t be such a baby. I miss you too, but we’ll see each other in a few hours.
Yifan’s answer was instantaneous.
So you’d rather spend time with your project than your boyfriend?
Yes, I’d rather spend a few hours away from my boyfriend so I won’t have to spend the whole next semester having to redo this project.
He received another sad smiley, but after telling Yifan that he could whine for as long as he wanted, it wouldn’t make Yixing ditch his work, his phone eventually fell silent, and stayed that way until Yixing eventually bid Chanyeol goodbye.
As soon as he was out of the other’s room, he had his phone in his hand to text Yifan that he was done with his project work for the day. His message went unanswered. After a few minutes he followed it with another one, asking on whether they would meet up at Yixing’s or Yifan’s place, but that one was ignored as well. Face scrunching up in a miniscule scowl, Yixing decided to simply head for his own dorm first. Until Yifan stopped sulking he would at least be able to get a shower and a change of clothes.
He had only just unlocked the door and stepped through into his small dorm apartment when arms wound around his waist, pulling him against a firm, broad chest. The hug caught him off-guard, and the lips against his neck made him pull the door closed behind him with a bit more force than he had intended, the motion rather a surprised jerk of his arm than a controlled move.
“I thought you were mad at me, the way you ignored my texts,” he stated, sounding a tiny bit accusing because he didn’t appreciate Yifan ignoring him, but the elder didn't answer, instead choosing to move his head a little up to nibble at Yixing's ear. At the same time he used his body to push the smaller against the now closed door.
Yixing had half the mind to complain, to demand an explanation, but Yifan's hands were already moving lower on his waist, until they could slip underneath his shirt to caress the warm skin there.
Yixing found himself responding to the touches instinctively, and when Yifan's mouth moved from his earlobe to claim Yixing's lips instead, the younger's will to interrupt whatever was going to happen dropped pretty much to zero. In the back of his mind he hoped that Jongdae wasn't at home; he thought he recalled the younger saying something about some party he would be attending that night and that he would go over earlier to help with setting everything up. If Yixing’s memory wasn’t playing tricks on him, the coast should be clear.
So Yixing didn't oppose when Yifan's hands moved higher up his back, taking the fabric that was covering Yixing's torso with them. Separating for a short moment, Yifan drew Yixing’s shirt over the smaller’s head to discard it into a corner, before re-initiating an open-mouthed kiss.
After losing his own shirt, Yixing slipped his hands underneath Yifan's to skirt over the firm muscles he found below it. Playing basketball with as much passion as Yifan did had given him quite the nice body for Yixing to adore and let his fingertips dance over. Yifan's breath hitched slightly in reaction to Yixing's touch, and Yixing used the opportunity to try and claim the upperhand in their kiss.
The fervor with which Yifan battled him down though, forcing Yixing back into submitting to Yifan’s lead, surprised the younger a little. Apparently Yifan was still angry, even if only a tiny bit, no matter whether he claimed otherwise.
Circling Yixing's waist again, Yifan drew the smaller away from the door he had been pressing him against just a few moments prior and against his own body instead. Yixing used the motion to grind his crotch against Yifan's. If he couldn't have the control over the kiss, at least this was something he could do. A simultaneous moan escaped both of them, and Yifan's grip tightened.
Without detaching from Yixing, Yifan turned them around until he could walk his boyfriend backwards into the younger’s room. Yifan had been in his flat countless times, so Yixing really didn't care trying to break free from the embrace to check the way himself. Instead he let Yifan lead him until his legs hit the mattress and the elder guided him to lie down, following right after to hover over Yixing. Something flickered through the elder’s eyes, something that darkened his gaze, but it was gone too quickly for Yixing to even start wondering what it had been about.
“Can you close your eyes for me?” Yifan whispered with that breathy voice that he knew drove Yixing crazy, and despite wondering what the other might be planning, Yixing leaned up to place one last kiss on Yifan's lips, before complying with Yifan’s request.
“Don't open them until I tell you to.” This time the hot breath was ghosting over his neck, and Yixing used his nod as an attempt to cover up his instinctive squirming.
It was a weird sensation, to be unable to see Yifan, only knowing where he is through his touches. The elder started with pressing a trail of kisses down from Yixing's ear, along his jawbone, and then down his neck until he met his collarbone. He sucked at the skin there, drawing a shuddering breath from Yixing that was released in a breathy moan when Yifan's hands wandered up his sides, brushing over bare skin and sending shivers down his spine. When they arrived at his shoulders, Yifan stroked back down over his arms, before gently grasping Yixing’s wrists and guiding the younger’s hands up over his head. With the younger's arms out of his way, Yifan moved to trace the outline of Yixing's ribs with his tongue, all the way around to the side of his body. Soft mewling sounds escaped Yixing, and the fact that he didn't see and that his arms were being held up somehow intensified the sensation.
Under the ministrations of Yifan's mouth, the brunet gradually forgot about the position of his arms, or the fact that his eyes were closed. When the elder moved up from Yixing's chest, he whined in protest, bucking his hips up in hopes of being met with the comforting weight of the other’s body, but he was greeted with cold air instead. Yifan didn't return immediately, and Yixing was tempted to open his eyes to check what the other was doing when he felt his arms being moved. Then everything went surprisingly fast, and before he knew what was happening, he heard a metallic clicking noise, and his wrists were being encased by some sort of soft fabric.
His eyes flew open immediately, uncaring of the fact that Yifan hadn't yet allowed him to open them. Yixing looked at the smug expression on his boyfriend's face in disbelief, before shifting his gaze upwards to where his hands were caught in handcuffs, as he had already expected.
“What...?” he asked, dumbfounded, his brain not wanting to catch up through the haze of pleasure still lingering from Yifan’s kisses and touches. The elder moved back to his eyelevel, and Yixing made sure to glare at his boyfriend. “Yifan, what is this about?” his voice was caught between confusion and indignation as he uselessly tugged at his restraints.
The smug smile at having tricked his boyfriend made way for a slight scowl on Yifan’s face. “You were alone with him,” the elder noted, as if that would explain everything. When Yixing looked at him with a blank expression, Yifan lowered his head until his breath was ghosting right over Yixing's lips. “You were alone, with a boy who obviously has a crush on you, in his room,” Yifan elaborated, his voice barely more than a whisper but he was close enough for Yixing to catch every word either way.
The proximity, Yifan's voice and his expression-all that combined sent involuntary shivers down Yixing’s spine. With his arms fixed to the head of the bed he felt exposed, but he couldn't deny that it had him growing more aroused at the same time. Nonetheless he couldn't simply ignore what Yifan had said. “What are you talking about? I was just working on my project with Chanyeol.”
“That is exactly what I am talking about,” Yifan breathed against Yixing's neck, and let his hands brush over Yixing's ribcage.
The motion was very distracting to say the least, but Yixing still managed to gasp out an answer. “We're just partners for this project, he doesn't have a crush on me.”
Yifan paused his movements to sit back on Yixing's torso instead, looking down at the other with what looked very much like doubtful disbelief.
“Are you really that oblivious? He's being so obvious and you're not exactly being discouraging.”
“What I do is called being friendly, and that's it,” Yixing huffed. “You're being ridiculous, Yifa-”
He didn't get farther than that, because after furrowing his eyebrows in what appeared to be discontentment, Yifan leaned down to lick a wet hot stripe all the way from Yixing's collarbone up to his neck, while at the same time brushing his thumbs over Yixing's nipples. The younger's sentence turned into an open-mouthed moan, and his back would have arched if Yifan's weight on his middle wasn't still be holding him down.
“Not another word.” Yifan demanded, his tongue darting out to lick behind Yixing's ear, the way he knew drew helpless mewls from the brunet.
“But-,“ he weakly tried, only to immediately gasp when Yifan bit down on his neck. There was enough force behind the bite to sting and to leave angry red marks.
“I said, not another word.” Immediately after Yifan lapped at the spot as if to soothe the aggravated skin, which had Yixing moan softly in response. “I'm sure I can find something here to muffle you with.” He continued, shifting from his sitting position until he was once more hovering over Yixing. “But I'd prefer to hear your moans.”
At that he moved to nip at the insides of Yixing's arms, and the younger hadn't expected the skin there to be that sensitive. But the motion combined with Yifan lowering his crotch to let their clothed erections brush against each other had Yixing moaning loudly, just as Yifan had planned. The brunet's hands tried to look for purchase at the bed post, anything to hold onto when Yifan moved lower and lower, passing little bites and licks over the younger’s collarbone to finally hover over Yixing's chest. By that point the smaller was already a panting mess, his hands fisted into the chains of the handcuffs to keep himself from tugging at them hard enough to bruise his wrist.
Smirking, Yifan ran his tongue over Yixing's nipple before blowing gently on it, being rewarded with Yixing's back arching up as a bitten-back keen escaped the younger. Yifan repeated the motion, before moving to the other nipple to give it the same treatment, and all Yixing could think about was how hot he was and how uncomfortably tight his pants were.
“Yifan, please,” he gasped as the other seemed too caught up in his game of teasing Yixing’s nipples by sucking and blowing on them. The younger's voice was husky already, from all his heavy panting. He believed he had succeeded in finally getting his boyfriend to speed things up when Yifan ground his hips down, and Yixing threw his head back with a sharp inhale of air that escaped again in a guttural moan. Yifan seemed intent on making him suffer however.
“If you believe I'm gonna go easy on you tonight, you're sorely mistaken,” the elder declared, and as if to make a point he gently bit down on the nipple that was right in front of his face. “I'll show you who you belong to.”
Yixing wanted to retort, to answer with anything from “You're still being ridiculous.” to “There is no need to show me.” but all coherent thoughts fled his mind when Yifan's hand brushed against the waistband of his jeans. Instead of fishing for a witty comeback, he bucked his hips up, uncaring of looking desperate. It was the truth after all. He felt desperate.
For a change Yifan seemed to take pity on him, kissing down his chest until he could caress the skin of Yixing's stomach. At the same time large hands busied themselves with undoing Yixing's belt and zipper. It had the younger wish he were wearing sweatpants, because it seemed as if Yifan's hands weren't quite steady enough anymore to deal with Yixing's jeans when he was still busying himself with tasting Yixing's skin at the same time. Just as the smaller was about to beg for Yifan to hurry up already, the elder managed to undo all restraints holding Yixing's jeans up, and the brunet eagerly lifted he hips to let Yifan draw the garment down and away, boxers following in one swift movement.
Yixing released a content sigh when his erection finally sprung free, but the relief was short-lived. As soon as he had gotten rid of the smaller’s jeans, Yifan sat himself on Yixing's legs, dragging an experimental finger along his boyfriend's cock. It had Yixing’s sigh turn into a moan, and though there was nothing Yixing wished for more in that moment than for Yifan to fist his fingers around Yixing’s lengths, or to lap at it, suck it, the younger was still bothered by the fact that Yifan was still fully clothed, while he was stark naked in comparison.
“Undress,” he panted, and it might have come out as a command if Yixing's voice hadn't been so weak and hoarse. The statement had Yifan arch up an eyebrow in disbelief nonetheless.
“You think you're in a position to be giving orders here?”
Holding eye contact with Yixing the elder leaned forward and ran his tongue from the base of the younger's erection all the way up to the tip, making Yixing's breath hitch.
“Please.” Yixing added, wondering if making it a request would help with getting what his body was screaming for.
“So you want to see what I’ll be giving you?” Yifan asked, his lips stretching into that unbearably cocky smirk that had Yixing's erection twitch nonetheless.
“Yes,” He breathed out, his back arching slightly, trying to look as seductive as he possible. If the way Yifan gulped was any indication, he succeeded. It wasn't that difficult though, with his sweat-matted hair clinging to his forehead, his chest lifting with his heavy breathing, lips parted and slightly swollen from Yifan's kisses, and his angry red erection already leaking precum. He must have looked like a mess. He certainly felt like a mess.
The elder took a moment to study the body laid out before him, then lifted himself from his position on Yixing's legs. With swift movements he discarded his shirt, his pants following right after. The sight had Yixing whine impatiently, and although he really wanted to take time to appreciate his boyfriend's naked form, he wanted the other to immediately go back to touching him at the same time.
“Like what you see?” Yifan asked smugly once he had shed all his clothes, as if Yixing's noises hadn’t already been enough of an answer to that question.
“Yes,” Yixing huskily whispered, and raked his eyes from the blond's erection up to his face. Yifan's stare was intense enough to make Yixing shiver, and when the elder’s tongue darted out to lick across his lips, Yixing couldn't help the silent moan that fell from his own mouth.
“Good,” Yifan stated, as he resumed his previous position, bringing him to eye-level with Yixing 's cock. “Because I'll make you forget all about Chanyeol, I'm gonna make sure you'll be filled to the brim with me, and only me.”
In the fashion of the night he didn't give Yixing time to respond to…the threat, the promise? Perhaps it was a healthy dose of both. Instead he moved forward to lick up from Yixing's balls, tracing his tongue along the shaft of his boyfriend’s cock, until he could engulf its head. He gave it light, almost gentle sucks, before moving his lips down the younger's length.
A metallic rattle paired with fast panting and breathless moans filled the room, as Yixing squirmed, his arms straining against the handcuffs. He was sure that no matter how tight he gripped the chain he would still end up with bruises, but if his wrists were hurting, he couldn't feel it over the pleasure shooting through his body. Yifan usually was a bit clumsy when he gave Yixing blowjobs, worried about doing something wrong, hesitant to use his tongue or teeth. Tonight was entirely different however. Tonight Yifan didn't stop once to question Yixing whether it was doing alright, didn't pause. He grazed his teeth against Yixing's cock ever so often, and alternated between dipping his tongue into the slit at the head and deep-throating his boyfriend’s length the best he could, which had Yixing choke on air. Yifan’s large hands securely held Yixing's waist down, and the sensation of thumbs digging slightly into his flesh somehow added up to everything that was driving Yixing crazy. Out of reflex he wanted to take his arms down, to fist his fingers in Yifan's hair, but the handcuffs prevented him from doing that.
If Yixing was being honest, he didn't know how much longer he would be able to take the stimulation, but Yifan was an expert at knowing when the younger was close to the edge. He withdrew whenever Yixing threatened to climax, and the younger whined in protest every single time.
Yixing wished he could cover up his mouth, since he knew he was being loud. But his hands were tied, quite literally, so his only choice of muffling his moans would have been to bite his lips, and he was pretty sure he would bite right through the flesh in his attempt of keeping silent. Since he didn’t want Yifan to worry, he couldn't risk that. So he really didn't have any choice but to let all of the noises out.
For every moan, and every gasp, he was rewarded with another lick, but eventually the blond released his cock. Yixing could see how swollen his boyfriend’s lips were, glistening with Yixing's pre-cum, and the sight was so filthy, that it turned Yixing on even more, if that was even possible. Catching the younger's eyes on his lips, Yifan ran his tongue over them as if to clean them, intently watching Yixing's reaction.
“I think it's time to kick this up a notch,” he noted and Yixing's hazy mind wasn't really quick enough to decipher what the other could mean with that, but as long as it meant the other was finally done with teasing, Yixing wouldn’t complain.
When Yifan didn't move to grab for the lube though, instead spreading Yixing's legs to make space for him to settle between them, it made the younger afraid of what was to come next. He expected and wasn't prepared at the same time for the wet sensation at his entrance, that had him moan softly, eyes screwed shut.
The elder took his sweet time in exploring Yixing's hole, licking around it before dipping his tongue in to feel along Yixing's walls. The smaller couldn't do anything but moan helplessly, his thoughts a garbled mess among the pleasure, his cock throbbing painfully in need.
While he was busy darting his tongue in and out repeatedly, Yifan's fingers stroked up and down the inside of Yixing's quivering thighs. The motion was like a facsimile gesture of comfort, as if it was meant to calm Yixing down, but he was pretty sure Yifan knew it was having the exact opposite effect.
Amongst keens and heavy panting Yixing didn't even realize that he had started whispering Yifan's name under his breath, until his voice, continuously increasing in volume, was loud enough for Yifan to hear. After one last swipe of his tongue, the elder pulled back to dart a curious gaze at Yixing’s fluttering hole. Then his eyes shifted up to take in his boyfriend's ruffled state, a glint of mischief playing in them.
Wordlessly he moved up to claim Yixing's lips, and though the younger wanted to be disgusted at the fact that Yifan was kissing him right after giving him a blowjob and rimming him, he still found himself needily responding to the kiss, sucking at Yifan's lower lip and bucking his hips up at the same time. The moan that fell from Yifan's lips felt like a small victory in a lost battle. Yixing was very tempted to release a reliefed sob when Yifan finally reached for the lube on the nightstand. The younger encouraged his boyfriend by pressing small kisses to whatever part of Yifan's skin he could reach with his restricted range of movement. The wet presses of his mouth landed mostly on Yifan’s collarbone area as the elder was leaning over him.
Impatience finally had infected Yifan's movements as well. After all the drawn-out teasing foreplay, prepping went fast. Yifan's tongue had already loosened Yixing up a bit, and the younger was too far gone to really mind the three fingers stretching and scissoring him. He wanted Yifan, and he wanted him fast. So he spread his legs eagerly, and when Yifan positioned himself at Yixing's entrance, it were the heels of the younger's feet digging into Yifan’s lower back that drove him forward.
The elder locked gazes with Yixing, before pushing in in one swift glide. Yixing would have loved to have seen the expression on the other’s face, but as his back arched and his head tilted back his eyes were clenched shut automatically, a breathless keen ripping from his lungs. There was a slight burn-their busy deadline schedules had kept them from having sex for longer than either of them liked, probably adding to both of their frustration. But the feeling of uncomfortableness was outweighed by the pleasure of finally being filled by Yifan.
“Yes.” he involuntarily breathed the word, and Yifan leaned down as if meaning to catch his whispers right when they fell from his lips.
The elder drew out and pushed right back in, pressing Yixing into the mattress with each of his thrusts. Yixing's arms were straining as the brunet tried to brace himself against the headboard. It had his muscles quiver with every arch of his back as he tried to use the hold as leverage to push back against Yifan.
“You're mine.” Yifan suddenly whispered, his voice as breathless as Yixing's own, and it took the younger a moment amongst the hazy pleasure to register that his boyfriend had spoken. “I'm not willing to share, so better don't get too cozy with Chanyeol.”
The words were hardly any different from before, Yifan obviously being jealous, but when they had sex Yifan's eyes were always the most expressive, and right then Yixing saw something raw, something that looked like real worry, and it tugged at his heart.
“Yifan.” He said, taking deep breaths to balance the previous shallow intakes of air, trying to steady his voice enough to get through to Yifan. It wasn't easy to compose himself with Yifan's unbroken pace of thrusting into him but, using all his willpower, he managed to loosen his legs from around Yifan's waist, letting them fall down to rest over Yifan's shins instead. When he fixed his eyes on Yifan, gaze serious but affectionate, the other's movements turned shallower. “Yifan, please undo the handcuffs.”
A part of the angry dominance that had controlled Yifan's actions that night fell away as the elder looked back at his boyfriend, but despite Yifan seeming startled at Yixing's sudden change of demeanour, he retained his cockiness.
“Do you really want me to pull out in favour of getting the keys?” he asked, one eyebrow arched up.
It might have been one of the hardest choice ever for Yixing to decide to nod, but he did. He needed to be able to touch Yifan right then, a lot more than he needed the relief the other’s movements provided to the liquid fire burning underneath his skin. Seeing the resolution in Yixing's eyes, Yifan studied him briefly, before leaning up to work on the handcuffs securing the smaller's wrists. The motion confused Yixing, because Yifan hardly could have the key on him, naked as they both were, but he still heard a telltale click, and then his hands were released.
It dawned on him even before Yifan settled back down against his chest. “You don't need a key to open these handcuffs.”
“Wouldn't have wanted to move away from you in case I wanted to undo them.” Yifan smirked, as he admitted that there was a button to open the handcuffs. “But you better behave. No touching yourself or I'll cuff your hands back to the headboard.”
Yixing only nodded his obedience, overlooking the revelation of the handcuffs in favour of moving his hands down. Finally he could touch Yifan, brush the wet hair from his boyfriend’s forehead and run his fingers through the blond strands. His arms were a bit sore from the position they had been held up in, but Yixing couldn't have cared less as he cupped his boyfriend's face, looking at him with intent.
“There is nothing you need to worry about, Yifan,” he whispered, caressing Yifan's cheek with his thumbs. “I appreciate it that you get jealous, but you don't need to. I love you, and no one else.”
Moving his hands to Yifan’s neck, he pulled the elder down until he could place a gentle kiss on those soft lips. Despite starting out rather innocent, Yixing quickly moved to deepen the kiss by licking over Yifan's lips. As the other opened his mouth, allowing Yixing's tongue to enter, Yifan's hips started picking up their ceased thrusting motion again. It caught Yixing off-guard, and had him moan softly into the kiss. Spurred on by the noise and the open-mouthed kisses, Yifan’s pace sped up further.
The brushing of their mouths against each other grew sloppier and sloppier with both of them rapidly losing their breath with every snap of the elder’s hips. Yixing’s hands wandered from Yifan’s nape, one to fist into the elder’s hair instead, the way he had longed to do for a better part of the night, and the other to grasp tightly at Yifan’s biceps. The blond responded to the touch by shifting slightly, angling his thrusts a bit differently every time, until he had Yixing arch off the bed, his voice caught in his throat as white-hot pleasure shot through his body.
“There.” He keened, unnecessarily so, because Yifan knew very well that he had found the spot he had been looking for.
With Yifan keeping the angle, Yixing soon found himself unable to do anything, his hands both having fallen to Yifan’s back, looking for purchase. A small part of his brain wondered if he was leaving scratch marks behind on the elder’s broad shoulders in his frantic haze, but he was too caught up in the pleasure to really care. Yifan wasn’t protesting either after all.
A mixture of moans, Yifan’s name, hitched breaths and begs for Yifan to go faster, harder, right there fell from the younger’s lips, and when Yixing finally felt the telltale coil in his stomach, it didn’t take more than Yifan giving Yixing’s erection a few well-timed tugs to have Yixing cumming with a scream of Yifan’s name, his whole body shaking from the force of his orgasm.
Yixing’s hands grabbing tight at Yifan’s flesh combined with his hole clenching around the elder’s erection were enough to push his boyfriend to follow right after. Yifan climaxed with a grunt, and a moan which he muffled in the skin of Yixing’s shoulder.
After he had ridden out the last waves of his orgasm, Yifan heaved a deep breath before pulling out and trying to flop down beside Yixing, the best Yixing’s narrow queen-sized bed allowed. He ended up lying on the side more than fully on his back. It didn’t really matter though, because after a second of catching his breath, Yixing shifted to make enough space for Yifan, moving to cuddle into his boyfriend’s side as soon as the taller had settled comfortably. They were both sticky, and even through the veil of his afterglow Yixing could tell that his whole body would be sore the next morning, especially his lower back and his wrists.
“I didn’t know you were this possessive,” Yixing’s voice broke the silence of the room as he peered up at Yifan, who was absentmindedly drawing patterns on the skin of Yixing’s waist, the way he always did when they were lying together like this.
“Before I met you, I didn’t know either,” The blond confessed, and wound his arms almost imperceptibly tighter around the younger’s body.
“You know, I actually like that side.” Mobilizing the last strength in his body, Yixing stretched up to plant a small kiss on Yifan’s jaw. “It’s really hot to see you like this.”
In reaction the taller tilted his head until he was able to meet Yixing’s lips in a lazy kiss. “Oh really?”
Yixing hummed in affirmation, then his lips stretched into a mischievous smirk. “If you react like that if I am just friendly with people, perhaps I should try and actually flirt with some.”
“Oh no, you won’t,” The elder immediately declared, glaring at his boyfriend with all the intensity he could muster, being as spent and bathing in the afterglow as he was. “If you were to do that I would have no choice but to keep you chained to the bed permanently.”
“That might not be such a bad thing though,” The brunet answered, smirk stretching even farther as he pressed himself closer to Yifan’s body.
“Technically I agree, but there might be corpses. Of the poor souls you flirt with. So it’s probably still better if you don’t even try.”
Yixing chuckled in response. “Such an overbearing boyfriend.”
“But if you want me to chain you to the bed so badly, you only need to ask, I’m always glad to be of service.” Yifan made sure to breathe the words against Yixing’s ear.
The younger shivered slightly, before turning to demand a proper kiss, almost as if to seal Yifan’s promise. “Okay, perhaps I’ll keep you after all.”