Post #10
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Fics ( #9)
Needle and Thread Infinite, Hoya/Sungyeol
Views (and what we view) EXO, Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Speak JYJ, Yoochun/Jaejoong
From Afar; Reply 1997, Joonhee/Yoonjae
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Fics ( #9)
Needle and Thread Infinite, Hoya/Sungyeol
Views (and what we view) EXO, Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Speak JYJ, Yoochun/Jaejoong
From Afar; Reply 1997, Joonhee/Yoonjae
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“Kim Jongin, right?” Jongin nodded, head tilting up. Luhan found his eyes wandering to the thick pair of lips and swallowed dryly. “How was the lesson? Was the pacing okay?”
“Oh, yeah… Though you seem rather distracted.”
Jongin’s voice was a pleasant pitch, and even as Luhan was taken aback by the answer his response came tinged with indulgence. “Really?”
“Well, you weren’t exactly being discreet,” he mumbled out with a grin so contradictorily bashful, eyes cast down, whatever budding attraction Luhan had accumulated bloomed in escalation.
That night Luhan flipped through the student data in the office computer and scanned past the name Kim Jong, the year 1992, and skipped home.
Yixing said he was recently more eager to go to work, finishing his statement with a playful nudge to the leg. Luhan didn’t think anyone would notice - he didn’t - and responded to Yixing by leaning on his shoulder. “I love my job.”
“Sure you do. Just make sure he’s not underage.”
Luhan laughed into his neck. “All legal and up for grab.”
Yixing was smiling when he pushed Luhan by the cheek, ushering him away from the couch. “Good for you. Now go. And get some if you can.”
He later did that day, through some unforeseen favourable circumstances. It had poured down on his way back home and Luhan was huddled inside a payphone booth together with Jongin because it happened to be the nearest possible shelter. He found the space much smaller than it had looked from outside, even when they stood on opposite ends with backs pressed on the walls. Weeks of casual turned heavy flirting had not prepared him for this, still. Lingering touches whenever Jongin stayed back after class to then walk with him to the train station didn’t compel him to ogle the body now less than a foot away, radiating heat and outlined by damp clothes. When Jongin raised his shirt to wipe the water trickling on his neck Luhan immediately zoomed in on the patch of skin above his waistband.
“Laoshi.”
For a second the splatters ceased, muffled by the sound of his head knocking against the glass wall. Jongin laughed, at the same time reaching forward to rub on the sore spot. “So clumsy.”
“You shocked me,” muttered Luhan under his breath. Jongin’s hand was cooling on his skin and he shivered a little as Jongin huffed onto his collarbone.
“Well you were being distracted again.” There it was again, that little shy smile Jongin flashed every so often. Even his hand was suddenly withdrawn, hovering behind the back of Luhan’s head. Luhan found it adorable, really, the quick change in demeanour mostly for Jongin’s expressions, but sometimes being endearing didn’t suffice. He clasped Jongin’s wrist and put the palm on his nape.
It was amusing to see the boy jolting up and feel his arm twitching. Jongin’s reflex was to jerk away but Luhan kept hold of the hand in place, clenching it and staring straight on to make sure Jongin knew of his intent. Luhan relaxed his hold as Jongin intensified his, let go when Jongin took a step with narrowed eyes and grabbed lightly on his hip. The first contact of their lips was cold, and then it grew steadily warmer when Jongin opened his mouth wider and Luhan pressed in closer, tongues meshing with sudden urgency from weeks of repressed tension. Luhan had his hands on Jongin’s shirt, mapping rough lines down his back and side and quickly slipping in as soon as he found the edge. He moaned in delight when they met taut stomach that clenched slightly under his touch. Jongin had stuck his thumb inside his pants and the rest of his fingers were rubbing on Luhan’s erection - he broke away from the kiss when his hand was yanked off, bewildered, but soon Luhan was pulling him by his ass and grinding on his crotch.
Jongin’s groan set Luhan digging his fingers deeper, rolling his hips faster almost painfully against the rough texture of his jeans. It was pressure and heat in all the right places; Jongin was messily lapping at his neck and roaming warmth across his chest, waist, spreading down his torso and another hard thrust was all it took to bring Luhan to climax.
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