Rouge my Knees (Xiuhan, NC-17)
Title: Rouge my Knees
Paring: Xiuhan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2853
Summary: Fic where Minseok rides Luhan with knee/thigh highs
Done for this prompt~
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"I fucking hate you."
Minseok's venomous curse is only answered with a giggle as he shyly peeks out of the bathroom, his hands tugging down the over large t-shirt.
Or really, more specifically he hates his drunk self. Some obscure weekend ago, Minseok had drunkenly agreed to some weird ass agreement that he only vaguely remembers. Sadly, Luhan's memory or phone holds no such problem and Luhan, being the spawn of the devil, is making Minseok actually follow through on his very intoxicated agreement.
All the Minseok knows, and cares to know, really (who the fuck wants to know what other drunk promises he's made) is that he was suckered into something involving thigh high socks, over large t-shirts, and very, very short boxer shorts. When his boyfriend had gleefully pulled out sleek, black thigh highs, Minseok had groaned and stared at the socks. They were quite tight. Following this was the barely there boxer shorts (why do they even make them this small. They barely cover your ass, Minseok had thought) and Luhan had finished by brandishing his own over large t-shirt and shoved the articles of clothing into Minseok's arms and stood there staring at Minseok until the latter had shoved Luhan out of the room and fled to the restroom to begrudgingly tug on the spandex.
And so here we are, with our current characters in their situations: Minseok hating himself as he feels the air brush by the gap between the end of the shirt to his socks and Luhan, whose slunk back into the room to gape unabashedly at his lover.
“Holy shit, Minseok,” Luhan breathes as he naturally just gravitates towards the Korean who's still fidgeting and trying in vain to tug the cotton shirt lower.
Minseok just glares at Luhan in response to his observation. He risks one hand to flip off the Chinese, his red face softening the rude gesture. But Luhan's eyes just zoom in on the strip of skin that's exposed from his lifted hem and he can hardly keep from manhandling his petit boyfriend right then and there.
But Luhan's Luhan and only has so much willpower so he sidles up to Minseok and he's practically purring Minseok's name into his ear. Minseok really hates the way he shivers at that, so he naturally puts his hands on Luhan's chest to shove him away. All it serves to do is latch Luhan's grabby hands to Minseok's hips. He reels the sputtering man towards him and he buries his nose into the crook of the red faced man who's still sputtering Luhan's name.
The stuttering is abruptly stopped when Minseok feels a feather light touch on his thighs and his eyes snap open wide. “L-Luhan, what are you do-”
Luhan silences the words by pressing his lips firmly over Minseok's lips and Minseok freezes, eyes wide. Luhan just kisses Minseok who's still acting like a dead fish. Finally, the blond pulls back by a millimeter and mutters, “Stop over thinking this, Minseok.”
And then there's a hand massaging his nape and another pressed at the small of his back, which just tugs his body flush to Luhan's body. Minseok feels like his face is on fire but his eyes have fluttered shut and he's returning the kiss by the smallest movements.
Luhan's deep groan is encouraging and he swipes his tongue across Minseok's lower lip though asking for permission. Minseok hesitates and it takes a few delicate nibbles and more encouraging whispers for Minseok's mouth to fall open to Luhan's sweeping tongue.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Luhan groans as he feels Minseok gently probe into Luhan's mouth and copies Luhan's sweeping movements. Luhan's breath hitches as he feels the muscle push at the roof of his mouth and he can do nothing but whimper as Minseok shyly sucks on Luhan's tongue. The shorter man slowly loops his arms around the Chinese's neck as the two break away to breathe, harsh pants filling the room.
“Fuck, you don't know the things you do to me, Minseok,” Luhan repeats and Minseok demonstrates how much he knows about the things that he does to the younger by rolling his hips in the smallest of manners. Luhan tenses and moans, a deep, guttural sound that shoots fire into Minseok's abdomen. He drops his head to Minseok's collarbones and sucks a bruising kiss into the pale skin and Minseok just whimpers.
Luhan chuckles at the responses that he entices out of the shy Korean by peppering small kisses down his jawline and pressing a deep kiss that steals away Minseok's breath. When Luhan pulls away to admire his handywork, he hisses in appreciation of Minseok's blown pupils, heady with arousal and the purpling flowers that blossom on the skin that peeks out over the white shirt.
More whimpers and whines are tugged out of Minseok as Luhan tugs gently on his earlobe and he thoroughly debauches the smaller man's ears. “You're so sensitive,” Luhan purrs into Minseok's reddening ear and Minseok just shivers gently in Luhan's arms.
“It's b-because you d-do these things to m-me,” Minseok chokes out, distracted by the way Luhan's hands wander over his body and grope at fleshier parts of him.
“Luhan,” Minseok moans as said man's hand roughly grabs at his ass and Luhan groans in happiness at the fine, fine ass. The Chinese's arm sweep at the Korean's knees and the startled squeak from Minseok is the cutest thing Luhan's ever heard (and it only turns on the messed up Chinese even more).
Minseok giggles after he realizes that he's securely held in strong arms and he wraps his own around Luhan's neck to whisper shy sweet nothings into his lover's ear. As much as the younger appreciates the sweet sayings he's more focused on his mini-me down there and takes the few steps to drop the elder onto the bed and Minseok's small body bounces twice on the mattress, again with the most adorable of squeaks.
He stares up at Luhan with trusting eyes and Minseok looks so innocent that Luhan just wants to ravish Minseok then and there. Hands slip under Minseok's shirt and breaths hitch at exploring hands.
“You're so, so beautiful,” Luhan whispers into Minseok's skin, worshiping the lithe body underneath him with gentle kisses and light touches. The way that Minseok's body responds to the touches and the sounds of pleasure that Minseok release causes Luhan to pant harsher into the pale skin.
When Luhan's hands clutch at the hem of Minseok's T-shirt, he pauses to look at Minseok, asking permission. Minseok nods his head sheepishly and his hair flops into his eyes. Tugging the cotton over Minseok's head, Luhan maps out the expanse of white skin that just beg to be marked with scratches and love bites. And so that's what Luhan does.
He makes his way down from Minseok's thoroughly marked neck to the elder's pert nipples. Luhan pauses to blow a puff of air on the nub and Minseok's breath hitches. “Luhan,” Minseok quietly begs and Luhan chuckles before taking the nub into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue.
Minseok's socked feet dig into the mattress and he whimpers gently, his head tossing side to side. Luhan switches to the other side to give the same treatment to the hard nub. Luhan's name is just small whimpers from Minseok's red, puffy lips from Luhan's kisses.
A small tug at the bottom of his shirt makes Luhan pause in his administrations and he glances up from Minseok torso and Minseok's staring down at Luhan. “Your shirt,” Minseok gasps out and Luhan doesn't think he's ever straighten up that fast to pull off a shirt before.
Similar to Luhan, Minseok drags his gaze down Luhan's exposed torso and he shyly glances away. Luhan just chuckles at his lover's antics before a hands trails down Luhan's slightly defined abs and the younger feels something hot coil in his stomach.
Curious hands roam across the pale torso and Luhan lets the elder do what he wants, staring adoringly at the wondering expression on Minseok's face. “You're so toned,” Minseok breathes in wonder and Luhan swoops down to capture Minseok's red, red lips in another bruising kiss.
“And you're so sexy in those thigh high socks. I can see your thighs peeking over those socks and it just beckons to me to touch,” Luhan says into Minseok's mouth, who retaliates by rolling his hips upward at the sensual whisper. The two groan at the resulting friction and they press together over and over trying to relieve the tension. Moans and groans spill into each others mouths and Luhan's hands are pulling at the tiny shorts that barely cover Minseok's straining erection.
When Luhan pulls down the offending fabric, he sucks in a harsh breath. “God, you're so wet,” he appreciatively breathes and Minseok flushes bright red and his hands go down to try to cover himself.
Luhan slaps away the hands with a disapproving noise and he moves to face the dripping member. “Look how ready you are,” Luhan purrs and Minseok hides his face behind his hands and mumbles gibberish.
“What?” he asks, pressing a light kiss on the tip.
Minseok lets out a high whine and he gasps out, “Don't be a tease, Luhan.”
“Aw, but I have so much fun with that.” Luhan smirks and he gives the head a few kitten licks before lavishing a long strip up the underside of the shaft and Minseok lets out a strangled moan, muffled by the hands covering his mouth.
Luhan frowns at that and tugs Minseok's hands away from his mouth. “I want to hear you,” he simply says and Minseok just stares at how hot Luhan looks between his legs. When Minseok whimpers, Luhan is reminded of the need between Minseok's legs and he sends one last smoldering look to the pliant Korean before engulfing the entirely of it in his mouth. Minseok keens, loud and high, throwing his head back and his back arches beautifully.
Luhan mentally saves the picture of Minseok with his back not touching the sheets, his mouth thrown open in a high moan, his face flushed, and his chest heaving with short gasps. It's the hottest thing Luhan's ever seen and he hollows his cheeks to suck hard. Minseok's hands come down to gently tangle themselves into Luhan's bleached hair and Luhan can feel the way the elder's hands are trembling. This is all just so much for the Chinese, but he wraps a delicate hand around the rest of Minseok's cock that he can't quite reach with his mouth and the sounds the Minseok make in pleasure is just pure sex to his ears.
Luhan hums appreciatively and Minseok's feet dig harder into the sheet, hot pooling low in his stomach. The gentle fingers in Luhan's hair tug a little less than gentle and the taller glances up to see his red faced lover stutter, “If y-you keep doing that, I'm g-going to cum.”
The Chinese gives one last suck and a lingering lick and he moves up to steal an open mouthed kiss from his boyfriend. Minseok can taste himself in Luhan's mouth and he moans at the taste. When Luhan pulls away, Minseok quietly comments, “Salty.” and Luhan almost looses it at the innocent observation.
“Minseok, shit, why do you look so fuckable when you're wide eyed and innocent?” Luhan murmurs somewhere kissing the elder's brow. In fact, Minseok giving Luhan the very wide eyes and innocent look to Luhan right now and dear God, Minseok looks so virgin it hurts.
Regardless of the months that they've been dating, Luhan and Minseok have barley gotten anywhere with sex but Luhan feels like today is the day to go all the way. With that thought, Luhan is scrambling on the beside table for the bottle that Luhan has stashed in small hiding spots around the apartment (you never know, Luhan says and it drives Minseok insane when he opens a cutlery drawer, only to find a bottle of lube stashed there). He yanks open the drawer to toss the plastic bottle to his boyfriend and shuts the drawer after pulling out a rectangular packet.
Maybe it's the socks that still wrap around Minseok's slim legs, but Luhan can't stop kissing and biting the inside of Minseok's thigh, drawing forth more of those delicious whimpers and whines. When Minseok is practically shaking with need, Luhan pops open the lube with a plasticy pop and liberally coats his fingers with the cold liquid. He warms up the lubricant to the best of his abilities with Minseok staring at him with lust clouded eyes and red cheeks.
“Are you ready?” Luhan asks, as gently encircles Minseok's entrance with his slick fingers and Minseok's only response is to grab his thigh high socks and tug them towards his chest to expose himself to his very, very horny lover. Luhan bites back a curse as he slips the first finger in. It's easy enough and nothing beyond a flutter of mild discomfort on Minseok's face. Luhan kisses it away with a soft kiss right above where the socks ended.
The second finger causes the look to last a little longer than before but Luhan gives the man enough time to adjust to the intrusion before slowly dragging and crooking his finger in and out of Minseok. When Minseok's back arches at an attempt to get more of the fingers inside him, Luhan pushes in the third finger. The elder actually flinches this time, his muscles clenching around Luhan's fingers. Luhan scissors his fingers after an appropriate amount of time, reaching over to try to distract his lover with kisses that take all of Minseok's mouth.
A shocked yelp and a violent shudder is enough to tell Luhan that he's found it and he crooks his fingers again the same way. This time, a long, low moan comes from Minseok's throat and Luhan decides that he loves the sound and the way he can make Minseok sound so wrecked.
And something snaps in Minseok, and he pulls his head up long enough to glare at Luhan and growl out, “Enough teasing.”
Holy shit, that's hot. Luhan twists his fingers one last time inside Minseok and he pulls out the digits to fumble at the condom. Luhan practically hears Minseok's eye roll as he snatches away the little foil to rip with his teeth (that's hot, but everything Minseok does is hot, so does that even count) and he tugs the condom over Luhan. Minseok even grabs the bottle of lube before Luhan can reach it and he pours the liquid over his own fingers now and he closes the bottle before tossing somewhere into the sheets.
Minseok's small hand wraps around Luhan and it takes an immense amount of willpower to not cum right then and there, for both their pleasures and Luhan's reputation. He spreads the lube quickly over the condom and Luhan bites out whimpers and moans into Minseok's bite covered shoulder.
“We should be good,” Luhan gasps out and he makes a grab towards Minseok's legs to part them but Minseok dances away from the hands. Luhan shoots the smaller man a confused look and suddenly there's a smirk on Minseok's face that can mean only one thing: trouble.
Just as Luhan predicted, Minseok's hand is suddenly on the center of Luhan's chest and with a firm push, the Chinese is sent spiraling into the sheets. “Wha-” he manages to get out and he props himself up with his elbows to try to see what his boyfriend is up to.
His answers are answered quite sufficiently with the next action. Minseok swings a socked leg over Luhan's hips and Luhan can't breath. He's too busy staring at his lover who's straddled over his hips with the naughtiest of smirks playing on his lips. There's a slight shakiness to the smirk and Luhan can tell that Minseok's just a little nervous, so he strokes a hand reassuringly down Minseok's exposed thigh. A relieved smile is sent Luhan's way before a sexy smirk replaces it. The effect is magnified by how red his cheeks are are and his lips are slick with saliva. Luhan bites his lip, savoring the scene before Minseok is guiding himself down onto Luhan.
Luhan can only let out a low moan at how tight Minseok is and Minseok slowly slides down. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Luhan bites out and his head is thrown back into the pillows, his hands settling on the elder's trembling hips.
Minseok pants until Luhan's fully seated inside him and there's a brief moment for the Korean to adjust to the sensation and Minseok leans over to clash his teeth against Luhan's teeth, and it's a savage open mouthed exchange, far too much teeth and not enough to lip to be called a kiss, but both are too far gone to care. Minseok brushes a hand over Luhan's nipples and he can feel Luhan twitch inside him. He clenches in response and Luhan is the one to keen high into Minseok's open mouth. "Min fucking seok. Move already," Luhan grounds out, panting.
With a provocative glance, Minseok places his tiny hands onto his boyfriend's chest before lifting himself up and slams himself bodily down with a lewd smack! Loud moans make an erotic soundtrack along with the sounds of skin against skin. Words in Mandarin and Korean are carelessly thrown out, endearments that are nothing but encouraging, filthy curses that arouse, and names that are screamed in pleasure are dazedly taken in.
A particularly husky "Luhan" slithers out from the brunette's parted lips as the younger grasps his small waist and rolls his hips upward, timing it with Minseok's downward descent and Minseok wants more and he makes sure to voice his request. Luhan hungrily eats in the sight of Minseok bouncing up and down, sweaty bangs falling into his face, chest littered with his love bites, and the black socks that hug Luhan's waist. The fabric chafes Luhan's waist but it just looks so perfect on his boyfriend's slim legs.
Minseok's slowing down, getting exhausted before his boyfriend change the angle of his thrusts and Minseok's screaming Luhan's name pleasant surprise. "Fuck!" he screams into the bedroom, nails digging harshly into the chest underneath him.
Luhan sucks in a quick breath at the pain of nails biting into his skin but he's too focused on making Minseok scream his name again and again, aiming for the same spot that makes the smaller see white spots. Minseok has trouble keeping his eyes open as waves of pleasure wash around him and he feels himself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. He stares at Luhan with hooded eyes, fire burning in them as he warns that he's close.
In response, the Chinese just wraps a hand around Minseok and pumps, trying to keep the same rhythm as Minseok's movements. It takes 2 more bounces before Minseok's body tenses up and the petite man claws at Luhan, his head thrown back in a silent scream. Pearly white lines are painted across Luhan's nail marked chest as Minseok cums hard.
Hissing, Luhan pushes through Minseok's orgasm, continuing to move his hand to milk out the pleasure and he thrusts into Minseok's tightened body before the extra pressure is just too much for him. With his lover's name on his lips, Luhan falls over the edge and his hips still, thrusting one last time into Minseok. He spills into the condom and Minseok whines, too sensitive from his own orgasm.
When Luhan comes down from his high, pearly white lines are painted across Luhan's nail marked chest and Minseok's slumped over. Satisfaction radiates off his tired body and they are both struggling to recover their breath. Mouths are gasping and skin is slipping against each other. Minseok recovers first and he hides his red face in Luhan's chest, mumbling something while his hands draw small circles on his stomach. He moves out of the way as Luhan slips out and he rolls off the condom to tie it and drop it into the wastebasket near the bed.
Luhan hums in question as they settle back and Minseok can feel the deep vibrations shake his body and he decides that yes, he does like this feeling a lot. When careful fingers caress his cheek, Minseok glances up shyly and again, mumbles into Luhan.
"What?" he whispers back at his lover, brows knitted in confusion.
"I'msorryforscratchingyou," the shy lover rushes out, his face flushing even redder, the circles traced quicker.
"Language I can understand, please," Luhan chuckles, very amused by how his bashful boyfriend was a sexual deviant literally minutes ago.
If possible, Minseok's face becomes an even more flushed shade of red and he tries again, this time at a human speed, "I'm sorry for scratching your chest."
Luhan's eyebrows shoot and he just simply snort, "I'm not."
Minseok blinks in surprise and fixes Luhan with a level stare. "Well," he whispers and turns his head to suck his own mark into Luhan's neck. He nibbles gently on the skin and Luhan hums, satisfied. The hum turns into a low moan as Minseok sharply nips at the bruised skin and Luhan can see the devilish man that had made an appearance earlier that night.
Innocent, virgin Minseok always makes Luhan want to ravish the elder until he's panting and thinking of nothing but him. On the other hand, seductive, controlling Minseok turns Luhan on like no other and makes him want to surrender wholly to him.
Eventually, Minseok rolls off Luhan and he settles comfortably, snuggling into the Chinese's side and there's a stupid grin that consumes half of Luhan's previously pretty face. Luhan stares at Minseok the only way that Luhan can and the elder just shies away from the adoring look, choosing to just loop his arms around Luhan's torso which reminds the blond of the mess on his stomach. "One second," he whispers to his lover, slipping away from the sleepy Korean. Minseok makes a noise of protest, arms grabbing sluggishly at the empty air and Luhan just wants to coo at how precious Minseok looks with sleepy eyes and a pout.
When Luhan returns with a warm, wet towel, he cleans off Minseok to the best of his ability before cleaning himself up and slipping back under the sheets which has the sleepy man curling up to his boyfriend with a happy sound.
The blond tenderly pressed soft kisses onto Minseok's closed eyelids and sends the man into dreamland with a soft "sleep".
A smile tugs at Minseok's lips and he mutters something that sounds awfully like "should've worn thigh highs a long time ago" which Luhan just stares shockingly at the slumbering man before chuckling.
"Fiend," Luhan fondly murmurs and he follows his lover into dreamland.
Paring: Xiuhan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2853
Summary: Fic where Minseok rides Luhan with knee/thigh highs
Done for this prompt~
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"I fucking hate you."
Minseok's venomous curse is only answered with a giggle as he shyly peeks out of the bathroom, his hands tugging down the over large t-shirt.
Or really, more specifically he hates his drunk self. Some obscure weekend ago, Minseok had drunkenly agreed to some weird ass agreement that he only vaguely remembers. Sadly, Luhan's memory or phone holds no such problem and Luhan, being the spawn of the devil, is making Minseok actually follow through on his very intoxicated agreement.
All the Minseok knows, and cares to know, really (who the fuck wants to know what other drunk promises he's made) is that he was suckered into something involving thigh high socks, over large t-shirts, and very, very short boxer shorts. When his boyfriend had gleefully pulled out sleek, black thigh highs, Minseok had groaned and stared at the socks. They were quite tight. Following this was the barely there boxer shorts (why do they even make them this small. They barely cover your ass, Minseok had thought) and Luhan had finished by brandishing his own over large t-shirt and shoved the articles of clothing into Minseok's arms and stood there staring at Minseok until the latter had shoved Luhan out of the room and fled to the restroom to begrudgingly tug on the spandex.
And so here we are, with our current characters in their situations: Minseok hating himself as he feels the air brush by the gap between the end of the shirt to his socks and Luhan, whose slunk back into the room to gape unabashedly at his lover.
“Holy shit, Minseok,” Luhan breathes as he naturally just gravitates towards the Korean who's still fidgeting and trying in vain to tug the cotton shirt lower.
Minseok just glares at Luhan in response to his observation. He risks one hand to flip off the Chinese, his red face softening the rude gesture. But Luhan's eyes just zoom in on the strip of skin that's exposed from his lifted hem and he can hardly keep from manhandling his petit boyfriend right then and there.
But Luhan's Luhan and only has so much willpower so he sidles up to Minseok and he's practically purring Minseok's name into his ear. Minseok really hates the way he shivers at that, so he naturally puts his hands on Luhan's chest to shove him away. All it serves to do is latch Luhan's grabby hands to Minseok's hips. He reels the sputtering man towards him and he buries his nose into the crook of the red faced man who's still sputtering Luhan's name.
The stuttering is abruptly stopped when Minseok feels a feather light touch on his thighs and his eyes snap open wide. “L-Luhan, what are you do-”
Luhan silences the words by pressing his lips firmly over Minseok's lips and Minseok freezes, eyes wide. Luhan just kisses Minseok who's still acting like a dead fish. Finally, the blond pulls back by a millimeter and mutters, “Stop over thinking this, Minseok.”
And then there's a hand massaging his nape and another pressed at the small of his back, which just tugs his body flush to Luhan's body. Minseok feels like his face is on fire but his eyes have fluttered shut and he's returning the kiss by the smallest movements.
Luhan's deep groan is encouraging and he swipes his tongue across Minseok's lower lip though asking for permission. Minseok hesitates and it takes a few delicate nibbles and more encouraging whispers for Minseok's mouth to fall open to Luhan's sweeping tongue.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Luhan groans as he feels Minseok gently probe into Luhan's mouth and copies Luhan's sweeping movements. Luhan's breath hitches as he feels the muscle push at the roof of his mouth and he can do nothing but whimper as Minseok shyly sucks on Luhan's tongue. The shorter man slowly loops his arms around the Chinese's neck as the two break away to breathe, harsh pants filling the room.
“Fuck, you don't know the things you do to me, Minseok,” Luhan repeats and Minseok demonstrates how much he knows about the things that he does to the younger by rolling his hips in the smallest of manners. Luhan tenses and moans, a deep, guttural sound that shoots fire into Minseok's abdomen. He drops his head to Minseok's collarbones and sucks a bruising kiss into the pale skin and Minseok just whimpers.
Luhan chuckles at the responses that he entices out of the shy Korean by peppering small kisses down his jawline and pressing a deep kiss that steals away Minseok's breath. When Luhan pulls away to admire his handywork, he hisses in appreciation of Minseok's blown pupils, heady with arousal and the purpling flowers that blossom on the skin that peeks out over the white shirt.
More whimpers and whines are tugged out of Minseok as Luhan tugs gently on his earlobe and he thoroughly debauches the smaller man's ears. “You're so sensitive,” Luhan purrs into Minseok's reddening ear and Minseok just shivers gently in Luhan's arms.
“It's b-because you d-do these things to m-me,” Minseok chokes out, distracted by the way Luhan's hands wander over his body and grope at fleshier parts of him.
“Luhan,” Minseok moans as said man's hand roughly grabs at his ass and Luhan groans in happiness at the fine, fine ass. The Chinese's arm sweep at the Korean's knees and the startled squeak from Minseok is the cutest thing Luhan's ever heard (and it only turns on the messed up Chinese even more).
Minseok giggles after he realizes that he's securely held in strong arms and he wraps his own around Luhan's neck to whisper shy sweet nothings into his lover's ear. As much as the younger appreciates the sweet sayings he's more focused on his mini-me down there and takes the few steps to drop the elder onto the bed and Minseok's small body bounces twice on the mattress, again with the most adorable of squeaks.
He stares up at Luhan with trusting eyes and Minseok looks so innocent that Luhan just wants to ravish Minseok then and there. Hands slip under Minseok's shirt and breaths hitch at exploring hands.
“You're so, so beautiful,” Luhan whispers into Minseok's skin, worshiping the lithe body underneath him with gentle kisses and light touches. The way that Minseok's body responds to the touches and the sounds of pleasure that Minseok release causes Luhan to pant harsher into the pale skin.
When Luhan's hands clutch at the hem of Minseok's T-shirt, he pauses to look at Minseok, asking permission. Minseok nods his head sheepishly and his hair flops into his eyes. Tugging the cotton over Minseok's head, Luhan maps out the expanse of white skin that just beg to be marked with scratches and love bites. And so that's what Luhan does.
He makes his way down from Minseok's thoroughly marked neck to the elder's pert nipples. Luhan pauses to blow a puff of air on the nub and Minseok's breath hitches. “Luhan,” Minseok quietly begs and Luhan chuckles before taking the nub into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue.
Minseok's socked feet dig into the mattress and he whimpers gently, his head tossing side to side. Luhan switches to the other side to give the same treatment to the hard nub. Luhan's name is just small whimpers from Minseok's red, puffy lips from Luhan's kisses.
A small tug at the bottom of his shirt makes Luhan pause in his administrations and he glances up from Minseok torso and Minseok's staring down at Luhan. “Your shirt,” Minseok gasps out and Luhan doesn't think he's ever straighten up that fast to pull off a shirt before.
Similar to Luhan, Minseok drags his gaze down Luhan's exposed torso and he shyly glances away. Luhan just chuckles at his lover's antics before a hands trails down Luhan's slightly defined abs and the younger feels something hot coil in his stomach.
Curious hands roam across the pale torso and Luhan lets the elder do what he wants, staring adoringly at the wondering expression on Minseok's face. “You're so toned,” Minseok breathes in wonder and Luhan swoops down to capture Minseok's red, red lips in another bruising kiss.
“And you're so sexy in those thigh high socks. I can see your thighs peeking over those socks and it just beckons to me to touch,” Luhan says into Minseok's mouth, who retaliates by rolling his hips upward at the sensual whisper. The two groan at the resulting friction and they press together over and over trying to relieve the tension. Moans and groans spill into each others mouths and Luhan's hands are pulling at the tiny shorts that barely cover Minseok's straining erection.
When Luhan pulls down the offending fabric, he sucks in a harsh breath. “God, you're so wet,” he appreciatively breathes and Minseok flushes bright red and his hands go down to try to cover himself.
Luhan slaps away the hands with a disapproving noise and he moves to face the dripping member. “Look how ready you are,” Luhan purrs and Minseok hides his face behind his hands and mumbles gibberish.
“What?” he asks, pressing a light kiss on the tip.
Minseok lets out a high whine and he gasps out, “Don't be a tease, Luhan.”
“Aw, but I have so much fun with that.” Luhan smirks and he gives the head a few kitten licks before lavishing a long strip up the underside of the shaft and Minseok lets out a strangled moan, muffled by the hands covering his mouth.
Luhan frowns at that and tugs Minseok's hands away from his mouth. “I want to hear you,” he simply says and Minseok just stares at how hot Luhan looks between his legs. When Minseok whimpers, Luhan is reminded of the need between Minseok's legs and he sends one last smoldering look to the pliant Korean before engulfing the entirely of it in his mouth. Minseok keens, loud and high, throwing his head back and his back arches beautifully.
Luhan mentally saves the picture of Minseok with his back not touching the sheets, his mouth thrown open in a high moan, his face flushed, and his chest heaving with short gasps. It's the hottest thing Luhan's ever seen and he hollows his cheeks to suck hard. Minseok's hands come down to gently tangle themselves into Luhan's bleached hair and Luhan can feel the way the elder's hands are trembling. This is all just so much for the Chinese, but he wraps a delicate hand around the rest of Minseok's cock that he can't quite reach with his mouth and the sounds the Minseok make in pleasure is just pure sex to his ears.
Luhan hums appreciatively and Minseok's feet dig harder into the sheet, hot pooling low in his stomach. The gentle fingers in Luhan's hair tug a little less than gentle and the taller glances up to see his red faced lover stutter, “If y-you keep doing that, I'm g-going to cum.”
The Chinese gives one last suck and a lingering lick and he moves up to steal an open mouthed kiss from his boyfriend. Minseok can taste himself in Luhan's mouth and he moans at the taste. When Luhan pulls away, Minseok quietly comments, “Salty.” and Luhan almost looses it at the innocent observation.
“Minseok, shit, why do you look so fuckable when you're wide eyed and innocent?” Luhan murmurs somewhere kissing the elder's brow. In fact, Minseok giving Luhan the very wide eyes and innocent look to Luhan right now and dear God, Minseok looks so virgin it hurts.
Regardless of the months that they've been dating, Luhan and Minseok have barley gotten anywhere with sex but Luhan feels like today is the day to go all the way. With that thought, Luhan is scrambling on the beside table for the bottle that Luhan has stashed in small hiding spots around the apartment (you never know, Luhan says and it drives Minseok insane when he opens a cutlery drawer, only to find a bottle of lube stashed there). He yanks open the drawer to toss the plastic bottle to his boyfriend and shuts the drawer after pulling out a rectangular packet.
Maybe it's the socks that still wrap around Minseok's slim legs, but Luhan can't stop kissing and biting the inside of Minseok's thigh, drawing forth more of those delicious whimpers and whines. When Minseok is practically shaking with need, Luhan pops open the lube with a plasticy pop and liberally coats his fingers with the cold liquid. He warms up the lubricant to the best of his abilities with Minseok staring at him with lust clouded eyes and red cheeks.
“Are you ready?” Luhan asks, as gently encircles Minseok's entrance with his slick fingers and Minseok's only response is to grab his thigh high socks and tug them towards his chest to expose himself to his very, very horny lover. Luhan bites back a curse as he slips the first finger in. It's easy enough and nothing beyond a flutter of mild discomfort on Minseok's face. Luhan kisses it away with a soft kiss right above where the socks ended.
The second finger causes the look to last a little longer than before but Luhan gives the man enough time to adjust to the intrusion before slowly dragging and crooking his finger in and out of Minseok. When Minseok's back arches at an attempt to get more of the fingers inside him, Luhan pushes in the third finger. The elder actually flinches this time, his muscles clenching around Luhan's fingers. Luhan scissors his fingers after an appropriate amount of time, reaching over to try to distract his lover with kisses that take all of Minseok's mouth.
A shocked yelp and a violent shudder is enough to tell Luhan that he's found it and he crooks his fingers again the same way. This time, a long, low moan comes from Minseok's throat and Luhan decides that he loves the sound and the way he can make Minseok sound so wrecked.
And something snaps in Minseok, and he pulls his head up long enough to glare at Luhan and growl out, “Enough teasing.”
Holy shit, that's hot. Luhan twists his fingers one last time inside Minseok and he pulls out the digits to fumble at the condom. Luhan practically hears Minseok's eye roll as he snatches away the little foil to rip with his teeth (that's hot, but everything Minseok does is hot, so does that even count) and he tugs the condom over Luhan. Minseok even grabs the bottle of lube before Luhan can reach it and he pours the liquid over his own fingers now and he closes the bottle before tossing somewhere into the sheets.
Minseok's small hand wraps around Luhan and it takes an immense amount of willpower to not cum right then and there, for both their pleasures and Luhan's reputation. He spreads the lube quickly over the condom and Luhan bites out whimpers and moans into Minseok's bite covered shoulder.
“We should be good,” Luhan gasps out and he makes a grab towards Minseok's legs to part them but Minseok dances away from the hands. Luhan shoots the smaller man a confused look and suddenly there's a smirk on Minseok's face that can mean only one thing: trouble.
Just as Luhan predicted, Minseok's hand is suddenly on the center of Luhan's chest and with a firm push, the Chinese is sent spiraling into the sheets. “Wha-” he manages to get out and he props himself up with his elbows to try to see what his boyfriend is up to.
His answers are answered quite sufficiently with the next action. Minseok swings a socked leg over Luhan's hips and Luhan can't breath. He's too busy staring at his lover who's straddled over his hips with the naughtiest of smirks playing on his lips. There's a slight shakiness to the smirk and Luhan can tell that Minseok's just a little nervous, so he strokes a hand reassuringly down Minseok's exposed thigh. A relieved smile is sent Luhan's way before a sexy smirk replaces it. The effect is magnified by how red his cheeks are are and his lips are slick with saliva. Luhan bites his lip, savoring the scene before Minseok is guiding himself down onto Luhan.
Luhan can only let out a low moan at how tight Minseok is and Minseok slowly slides down. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Luhan bites out and his head is thrown back into the pillows, his hands settling on the elder's trembling hips.
Minseok pants until Luhan's fully seated inside him and there's a brief moment for the Korean to adjust to the sensation and Minseok leans over to clash his teeth against Luhan's teeth, and it's a savage open mouthed exchange, far too much teeth and not enough to lip to be called a kiss, but both are too far gone to care. Minseok brushes a hand over Luhan's nipples and he can feel Luhan twitch inside him. He clenches in response and Luhan is the one to keen high into Minseok's open mouth. "Min fucking seok. Move already," Luhan grounds out, panting.
With a provocative glance, Minseok places his tiny hands onto his boyfriend's chest before lifting himself up and slams himself bodily down with a lewd smack! Loud moans make an erotic soundtrack along with the sounds of skin against skin. Words in Mandarin and Korean are carelessly thrown out, endearments that are nothing but encouraging, filthy curses that arouse, and names that are screamed in pleasure are dazedly taken in.
A particularly husky "Luhan" slithers out from the brunette's parted lips as the younger grasps his small waist and rolls his hips upward, timing it with Minseok's downward descent and Minseok wants more and he makes sure to voice his request. Luhan hungrily eats in the sight of Minseok bouncing up and down, sweaty bangs falling into his face, chest littered with his love bites, and the black socks that hug Luhan's waist. The fabric chafes Luhan's waist but it just looks so perfect on his boyfriend's slim legs.
Minseok's slowing down, getting exhausted before his boyfriend change the angle of his thrusts and Minseok's screaming Luhan's name pleasant surprise. "Fuck!" he screams into the bedroom, nails digging harshly into the chest underneath him.
Luhan sucks in a quick breath at the pain of nails biting into his skin but he's too focused on making Minseok scream his name again and again, aiming for the same spot that makes the smaller see white spots. Minseok has trouble keeping his eyes open as waves of pleasure wash around him and he feels himself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. He stares at Luhan with hooded eyes, fire burning in them as he warns that he's close.
In response, the Chinese just wraps a hand around Minseok and pumps, trying to keep the same rhythm as Minseok's movements. It takes 2 more bounces before Minseok's body tenses up and the petite man claws at Luhan, his head thrown back in a silent scream. Pearly white lines are painted across Luhan's nail marked chest as Minseok cums hard.
Hissing, Luhan pushes through Minseok's orgasm, continuing to move his hand to milk out the pleasure and he thrusts into Minseok's tightened body before the extra pressure is just too much for him. With his lover's name on his lips, Luhan falls over the edge and his hips still, thrusting one last time into Minseok. He spills into the condom and Minseok whines, too sensitive from his own orgasm.
When Luhan comes down from his high, pearly white lines are painted across Luhan's nail marked chest and Minseok's slumped over. Satisfaction radiates off his tired body and they are both struggling to recover their breath. Mouths are gasping and skin is slipping against each other. Minseok recovers first and he hides his red face in Luhan's chest, mumbling something while his hands draw small circles on his stomach. He moves out of the way as Luhan slips out and he rolls off the condom to tie it and drop it into the wastebasket near the bed.
Luhan hums in question as they settle back and Minseok can feel the deep vibrations shake his body and he decides that yes, he does like this feeling a lot. When careful fingers caress his cheek, Minseok glances up shyly and again, mumbles into Luhan.
"What?" he whispers back at his lover, brows knitted in confusion.
"I'msorryforscratchingyou," the shy lover rushes out, his face flushing even redder, the circles traced quicker.
"Language I can understand, please," Luhan chuckles, very amused by how his bashful boyfriend was a sexual deviant literally minutes ago.
If possible, Minseok's face becomes an even more flushed shade of red and he tries again, this time at a human speed, "I'm sorry for scratching your chest."
Luhan's eyebrows shoot and he just simply snort, "I'm not."
Minseok blinks in surprise and fixes Luhan with a level stare. "Well," he whispers and turns his head to suck his own mark into Luhan's neck. He nibbles gently on the skin and Luhan hums, satisfied. The hum turns into a low moan as Minseok sharply nips at the bruised skin and Luhan can see the devilish man that had made an appearance earlier that night.
Innocent, virgin Minseok always makes Luhan want to ravish the elder until he's panting and thinking of nothing but him. On the other hand, seductive, controlling Minseok turns Luhan on like no other and makes him want to surrender wholly to him.
Eventually, Minseok rolls off Luhan and he settles comfortably, snuggling into the Chinese's side and there's a stupid grin that consumes half of Luhan's previously pretty face. Luhan stares at Minseok the only way that Luhan can and the elder just shies away from the adoring look, choosing to just loop his arms around Luhan's torso which reminds the blond of the mess on his stomach. "One second," he whispers to his lover, slipping away from the sleepy Korean. Minseok makes a noise of protest, arms grabbing sluggishly at the empty air and Luhan just wants to coo at how precious Minseok looks with sleepy eyes and a pout.
When Luhan returns with a warm, wet towel, he cleans off Minseok to the best of his ability before cleaning himself up and slipping back under the sheets which has the sleepy man curling up to his boyfriend with a happy sound.
The blond tenderly pressed soft kisses onto Minseok's closed eyelids and sends the man into dreamland with a soft "sleep".
A smile tugs at Minseok's lips and he mutters something that sounds awfully like "should've worn thigh highs a long time ago" which Luhan just stares shockingly at the slumbering man before chuckling.
"Fiend," Luhan fondly murmurs and he follows his lover into dreamland.