[fic] When the Levee Breaks
Author: ofolivesnginger
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Kris/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3522
Warnings: Not really just porn.
Summary: Kris thinks Luhan's a little quiet.
A/N: my god I had no idea where I was going with this fic, like I had three prompts laid out: romantic!krishan sex, giddydrunk!luhan tempting kris, and kris fucking luhan till he's screaming, but somehow i couldn't stick to either and melded all three together and i feel like i'd written none of the things i wanted to write. nonetheless I do hope you enjoy orz orz
When the Levee Breaks
They’ve been going around on the world tour for weeks now, and at the end of their 10th show, they all crashed in a KTV downtown to celebrate. They managed to send the managers out to buy booze, and soon the little round tables were covered in forests of bottles. Three hours later some of them were still singing, most of K crowded around the screen and chatting away. Yixing’s been dozing on and off for a good half an hour now, his head settled on Kris’ shoulder, with Luhan sitting across nursing his second bottle of QingDao. Every couple of minutes he’d wake up, lashes fluttering, looking disoriented before Luhan would look up from his daze and say “shh”, and motion for him to go back to sleep, and Kris would put a hand to his hair so Yixing would lean in again. This time his head almost lolls off Kris’ shoulder, and he wakes with a jolt, breathing quickly when he catches himself with a hand on Kris’ thigh. Luhan sits up, and from across reaches the back of his hand to Yixing’s cheek to check his temperature.
“Should we go back now?” he looks up, and Kris nods, shifting, patting Yixing softly on the shoulder.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
Yixing makes soft little noises as he’s moved, and Luhan holds onto him while Kris tells Joonmyun that he’s driving the three of them back. They manage to get into the car, all walking, and Luhan straps Yixing into the back seat and gets a soft “thanks”. Kris warms up the van and Luhan climbs in, straps himself in without a word, and rests his head on the window. Kris buckles up, and he catches Luhan peeking behind them at Yixing, and turn back to meet his own gaze with a sated expression.
“What?”
“Nothing, just glad we have him taken care of now.”
He leans back into the rest, and his head bounces a little. Kris knows Luhan is a little drunk, or at least a little tipsy. He hadn’t felt like drinking with the guys, and apparently neither had Luhan, opting to sit with his knees drawn on the bench across himself and Yixing, looking at something on his phone. Dozing off himself, Kris’d watched him the entire night without registering much. He replays bits and pieces briefly, when they get on the road. Luhan texting, twisting his cap forwards and back, biting on the brim. They were all a little bored, a little tired, the adrenaline having passed. Fingers wiping the perspiration off the neck of the green bottles, droplets running down his nails, onto the tabletop. He’d been dazed, drunk dazed, uncharacteristically quiet, but Kris knows Luhan was contented.
He turns to glance at him and finds him staring back, hands around his stomach and feet kicked up against the dashboard, curled up again and angled towards him. “What,” he says, switching back and forth between the road and Luhan, who’s still got that little smile on him, his lids droopy. His cheeks are dusted pink in the heat.
Luhan responds by grabbing Kris’ phone from the slot and holding it up to face him. “Don’t, please don’t,” Kris turns away from the camera and back onto the road, holding up a hand in its general direction. The shutter goes off with a flash, and he takes it away before Luhan can get them into an accident. “I have to drive, c’mon.”
Luhan sighs, grabbing the phone back from Kris. A minute later Kris finds him taking pictures of himself, making generally subtle faces at the camera. He snaps a few, turning his head this way or that. Kris watches him at a red light. Luhan looks half asleep from Kris’ angle, his lips hung open just the slightest, and his heart jolts a little, first time that night, thinking about what the pictures might look like when he comes upon them tomorrow morning.
“Duizhang,” Luhan mutters.
“Hmm?”
“Take a picture for me.”
The light’s green again, and Kris nudges on the gas. Luhan’s still holding out the phone, hand outstretched, engulfed by the sleeve of his oversized sweater. He takes the phone, waiting for another light, and holds it up. On the screen the light adjusts to the darkness, green square locking on Luhan’s face. His hair’s close to the color of his skin, a light blond. Luhan looks right into the camera and smiles, cheeks puffing out a little, lines around his eyes accentuating. Kris snaps a picture, and burns the image into the back of his eyelids.
When they get back to the hotel, they put Yixing nicely into bed in the room he shared with Jongdae, slipping out quietly and into their own room across the hall. Kris gets the card swiped and goes in with Luhan following, flicking on the light as he walks past them, already shedding his blazer. Before he even gets it set down, the lights turn off again, and before he has the chance to turn around, he’s dragged by the waist backwards until he’s pressed against the mirror of the closet’s door. Luhan’s pressed into him, a childish smile on his lips. Kris’ throat tightens just a little at the sight, Luhan with his head tilted, tired but with that spark of playfulness in his eyes.
“Luhan...”
Luhan pulls him back until his own back hits the wall, eyes locked with his, and Kris leans down to kiss him. His hands find their way onto Luhan’s jaws, neckline, all the while they kiss, slow and breathy. Luhan’s hands glide, down from his arms, wraps softly around his wrists. Kris finds himself short of breath, kissing Luhan, guiding both their hands down, until he catches Luhan’s wrists and brings them beside his head. Luhan’s eyes flutter closed, hands limp where Kris holds them, and he slides his own hands into Luhan’s, own fingers into his. Kris’ heart is beating rapidly, neither of them used to anything like this. He’s going with the flow, stepping around landmines hoping he’s making the right moves. He’s always found it a little hard to read Luhan and his cues, because Luhan just had that tendency to make his feelings known tacitly. A moment later though Luhan’s fingers softly curl around his own, and Kris’ heart settles for good. He gets the reassurance to tilts Luhan’s head up even more.
He slides Luhan’s pullover up to his underarms, trying to take it off, but Luhan cages him by the loop in his tie so they can’t separate. Kris sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, mouth apparently busy, and it makes Luhan laugh and break the kiss for a second. Kris takes the chance to haul his sweater over his head and compliantly melds back into him, hands roaming the bare skin.
His thumbs glaze over Luhan’s ribs, tracing the shallow ridges outwards. Luhan shudders in his hands, pressing his forehead into Kris’ shoulder. “Let’s go,” he whispers, voice coarse. Kris nods and pulls away.
Luhan lies himself down on the bed, kicking off his shoes, pants still on and waiting like a prize for Kris. He watches Kris strip, wiggling his shoulders when their eyes meet. “Ravage me,” he says, leering at the butt naked Kris, except he’s a little sleepy, and there’s this airiness in his voice that makes him sound incredibly young, so the joke’s mellowed down a tone. Kris gets his clothes off and climbs onto the bed, straddling Luhan and unbuttoning his jeans.
“I’ll ravage you,” he says, half serious, gazing down at Luhan all determined.
Luhan bursts out laughing. At first it scares Kris for a second, but almost immediate he feels his rapid pulse calm down. The fact that Luhan finds his attempt as a joke ridiculous, funny enough to feel comfortable, makes his chest warm. He smiles, too, in response, a little self-deprecating, a little reassured and grateful.
They pull his jeans off. Kris leans down to kiss him again, and Luhan puts his hand where Kris’ heart is. Kris pulls back stunned, watching Luhan stare at his own fingers, fascinated. He can probably feel Kris’ heartbeat, embarrassingly fast and pounding, and the thought makes it speed up even more. “Oh god, stop,” his face is flushed, which Luhan obviously finds amusing. “You’re terrible,” Kris takes his hand away, pins it like before.
“You sound like a virgin,” Luhan says offhandedly, corners of his lips quirking up. He’s trying to annoy Kris on purpose, but Kris wasn’t gonna fall for his bait and break the mood he’d been building. Luhan seems to feel it too, something a little heavier settling over them, and he’s a little restless and anxious, trying to dispel it with the usual cheeky comments before it materializes. Kris already decided though that he was having none of it.
He slides down to suck Luhan’s erection into his mouth, propping him up against a bunch of hotel pillows, with Luhan tugging at his hair. His whole body is curled inwards around Kris’ head, panting lightly right above his ears. He doesn’t work on Luhan’s dick for long, leaves him turned on enough to whine a little when he pops him out of his mouth.
They don’t usually talk through sex, and most of the time Kris just knows he’s doing it right, or has to assume he’s doing it right to stop from feeling insecure about every move. Most of the time, Luhan doesn’t voice how turned on he is by something, but Kris finds that inhibition a little hot. He finds satisfaction in reading it all off his expressions, hearing the occasional moan from his diaphragm. In the wake of their drunken giddiness, Luhan’s a little more pliant, a little more voicey. Kris likes pushing that limit when he gets the chance to.
“Is this okay?” he’s got two fingers in, lubed up and prepping. Luhan’s thighs are splayed obscenely wide, one hand pulling a leg back at the knee. Luhan looks to Kris when he speaks and nods tightly, lip caught in his teeth. Kris hopes Luhan’s out of it enough to not notice how he’s pressing for him to speak. Apparently Luhan is a little lost on the sheets, not nearly as sharp as he usually is. “Tell me, is this good?”
“Y-Yes.” It’s concise, but at least he’s talking. The sudden prospect of words spilling out of Luhan has him excited, so Kris tries to get him to loosen up some more. His free hand roams to massage places, his thighs, his hips, rubbing up and down his chest. Luhan has his head tilted back, waiting for Kris to get on with it, which obviously means Kris should slow down. He pulls his fingers out, watches Luhan anticipating his cock, and nearly fails to check his laugh when he gets off the bed and Luhan springs up looking utterly disoriented. “What’re you doing?”
“Condom, just lie down and give me a minute,” Kris tells him from where he’s digging in the suitcase. Luhan sighs, impatient, and Kris grins uncontrollably. He keeps digging, looking in all the wrong flaps on purpose. “Damn, where did we put them?” He turns around to peek at Luhan, seeing him reach for his own cock. Kris watches Luhan’s finger circle his own entrance, smearing the lube around. He pulls out a condom packet, finally, and crawls back onto the bed. When he slots himself between Luhan’s legs, he pushes a finger half way in and pulls it out right away.
Luhan moans. Kris feels his cock jolt. “What do you want me to do?”
Luhan makes that little noise again, like he’s waiting for Kris to come to his senses and answer his own question. When he doesn't respond though, Kris rephrases the question and that’s when the gears sort of click for Luhan. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
There’s a pause. Luhan blinks once, very slowly. “Yifan,” he says quietly, sounding like he’s going to say more, but he stops himself.
“Yes?” Kris prompts, voice low. He looks down at Luhan, who’s looking up at him now, and he doesn’t look exactly uncomfortable, but he’s flushed red and his eyes are pleading to get out of this.
“Please,” Luhan whispers. Kris is playing it careful, though, so he lets Luhan go on it.
He pushes into Luhan slowly. Luhan clutches his forearms, holding his breath. Kris watches his length disappear into Luhan, hole stretched nice and pink around his girth, muscles fluttering as he moves. When Kris gets all the way in, Luhan relaxes back into the sheets like he’d been holding himself tensely, finally loosening up. His body is supple, splayed and lax on the bed, ready to be molded under Kris’ hands, and it was the first time Kris felt Luhan yield so much control over to him when it came to this. He could see Luhan anticipating just as much where this could go, giving Kris this sudden freedom to proceed however he wanted. Kris doesn't know what did it, but maybe it was the little dash of romance he decided to throw in. Maybe this was Luhan’s way of saying he’s willing to accept all that Kris had wanted to give when he kissed him by the door.
He fucks Luhan almost languidly, purposefully. He holds him by the thighs at first, all hard muscle in his grip, then the waist where it’s a little softer, and when Luhan wraps his legs around Kris’ back he finds he no longer needs the leverage so his hands wander. Tracing over ribs again, he seems to always go back to doing this. His large hands, smoothing up Luhan’s sides, across his torso, making him shiver. Kris leans down to suck on Luhan’s nipples, hair tickles Luhan’s arm when his hands slide into his hair. Luhan’s chest is rising with his lips, his whole upper body rolling up into arches to follow his kisses. They've never been so alive before in sex, with Luhan rolling into his cock while he snaps his hips. “God,” Kris grinds out, pressed into Luhan’s chest by the hands that have him held down, Luhan’s hips still bucking to fuck himself onto Kris’ cock when Kris doesn't go fast enough. Kris is holding back his own moans so he can hear Luhan clearer, his barely there moans and sharp breaths. He sucks on his neck, on the soft skin over his windpipe to hear him, to feel the vibration.
He gets beside Luhan’s ear, their cheeks pressed together. Kris kisses his way up to his lips, bottom lip bitten between his teeth, so he kisses them open, and the moment Luhan loses the barrier, he moans right into the hotel room loud and clear, tail end swallowed by Kris’ mouth on his own. The next few seconds Luhan makes these little cut off whines in pace with their hips, and it’s almost like Kris is fucking the choked noises out of his chest. Kris pulls back to look at Luhan, soft lips slack and eyes glazed over like he no longer heard himself, looking back at Kris like he’s still begging for something. Please please please.
Kris pulls out abruptly, and Luhan’s body hits the bed. “Get on your knees for me, Luhan,” he says, voice low. Luhan wastes no time, pushing himself up on his elbows and turning over. The sheets are damp with their sweat, and when he bares his back he shivers from the cold. Kris watches him pull in his knees, looks down the slope of his back to where his head’s buried into the pillow. Luhan’s just turning enough to breathe when his hands rise to his ass cheeks, and then he holds himself open so obscenely that Kris is astounded for a second.
“Holy fuck.” It’s unbearably hot, how trashy Luhan looks right now, so far from his usual self. His ass is pushed up in the air, knees dug into the mattress and muscles on his thighs pulled taut and trembling with the effort he’s putting into holding his exhausted frame up for Kris. His back’s a perfect arch, so nice and smooth that Kris wants to press a hand between his shoulder blades and fuck him how he’s begging for, but he won’t do that tonight, not when he promised something else. Luhan opens his eye half way to look at Kris, plead him to just go on, and Kris wants so badly to lay his hands on him, every part of him. He starts with dragging his hands up the span of Luhan’s thighs, hands covering Luhan’s own on his ass. Kris looks down at the display, makes sure he catches Luhan’s eyes before he strokes two fingers down from his entrance to the base of his balls.
Luhan hisses, loud through his teeth, eyes clenching shut in an instant. He turns away, head dug into the pillow now as his scrunched shoulders rise and fall with his heavy breaths. He’s still holding himself open, his hole slick and shiny with lube and quivering in wait, so Kris takes the opportunity to effortlessly slot his dick back in and start fucking him, faster this time. He drapes himself over Luhan, reaching a hand beneath him to push his chest up so they’re pressed against each other. Kris finds his way to Luhan’s neck again and whispers right into his ear. “Think you can come untouched for me, baby?”
Luhan responds by reaching a hand down, but Kris grabs it before he can get a hand around his cock and holds it again by his head, threading their fingers together. Luhan whimpers, sounding so needy and desperate when Kris immobilizes him again. Kris is increasingly more turned on by the noises flowing out of Luhan, guttural cries raw from his chest, just like how he’d wanted. He clutches Luhan tighter, pounding into him fast and hard by now, groaning into Luhan’s skin. Without a warning Luhan pushes them both up until Kris is sitting back on his calves and Luhan’s reaching behind him to clutch at Kris’ hair. “Fuck, Yifan, Yifan, just let me come-” he rasps, now practically bouncing on Kris’ lap, “I need to come, please-!”
Luhan’s begging shoots straight to Kris’ dick, and Kris feels his own orgasm suddenly on the verge of exploding, skin burning hot where Luhan’s ass slaps against him. His hand flies to wrap around Luhan’s cock, so sudden that Luhan cries out again. Luhan throws his head back onto Kris’ shoulder, panting short and sweet now as Kris pumps him with that big hand, Kris holding his head into the crook of his neck with the other. Luhan’s clawing at Kris’ sides as his hips keep fucking into him, his own chest pushed outwards and panting. They’re both close, but Kris wanted to get Luhan off first, so he keeps tugging on his cock until Luhan completely stills and shouts “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” and comes hard into his hand, shuddering and moaning through his orgasm as Kris milks him and fucks him at the same time. Kris comes too, harder than he had in a long time, holding Luhan against him as he thrusts a few more times, riding it all out.
After they catch their breaths, Kris pulls out, and Luhan unceremoniously falls onto the bed with his eyes closed. Kris gets up to toss the condom, and when he comes back he finds Luhan rolled over on his back, arms strewn across his stomach, looking back at him distantly. “You big asshole,” he says softly, hitting Kris on the arm indignantly with this sad, bullied look like Kris had somehow wronged him. Kris is beaming down at him though, not affected in the slightest. He knows they both know that Luhan’d very willingly let him take advantage of him and the situation.
“I am a little sorry,” he says smiling, leaning down to plant a kiss on Luhan’s forehead.
“A little,” Luhan mutters irately, scowling in anger before closing his eyes and violently tugging the duvet they kicked aside. He might not say it, but Kris can read it off his little blush that once again by some miracle he’d done the right thing. It’s an extraordinary feeling, knowing he’s pleased Luhan, on top of knowing he’d fucked him till his mouth ran loose. Luhan might be a little pissed and miles of humiliated but fuck if Kris was gonna feel bad for it. He peels back a corner of the duvet and slips in behind Luhan.
“Piss off,” Luhan grumbles, rolling further away from Kris, and he sounds like he could be on the verge of tears. It’s adorable, how guilty he feels, how jumbled his emotions must be at the moment. Kris reaches for him at once, wrapping his arms around Luhan’s waist and smiling adoringly wide into Luhan’s neck, planting kisses all over, and Luhan, having been plastered to Kris all over again, doesn't say another word afterwards.
a/n: while proofreading this i got the sudden idea of a sequel involving cameras just thought I should put that out there