post #15
Fics( #14).
lost and founds snsd, tiffany/sunny
Unlucky exo, kris/suho
how I like my coffee exo kai/d.o.
does running away mean we're acccepted, finally? shinee, key/onew
shut up and let me pay the rent exo, baekhyun/d.o
lik a child exo, suho/kai
Complication exo, sehun/luhan
deep down 4minute, jiyoon-centric, jiyoon/gayoon
untitled exo, chanyeol
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lost and founds snsd, tiffany/sunny
Unlucky exo, kris/suho
how I like my coffee exo kai/d.o.
does running away mean we're acccepted, finally? shinee, key/onew
shut up and let me pay the rent exo, baekhyun/d.o
lik a child exo, suho/kai
Complication exo, sehun/luhan
deep down 4minute, jiyoon-centric, jiyoon/gayoon
untitled exo, chanyeol
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I feel so much better when we are together
They get back to the hotel room, and the first thing Lu Han does is take off his jeans. They’re stuck to the back of his legs and make the sound of an adhesive film being peeled off a sticker when he tugs them down. He doesn’t get why it feels so good to walk around in your underwear. Yixing’s already lying on the bed channel-surfing, the remote proffered in one hand to nobody in particular. The other hand is lazily scratching his stomach, t-shirt bunched up to his ribcage.
Lu Han steps out of the crumpled pile of denim and crawls onto the bed, one slow leg at a time. Yixing’s eyes barely register the army of limbs headed right for him. Lu Han’s sweaty hands land on his neck, squeezing and scratching gently at the skin there before falling limp. Yixing isn’t squirming the way he usually does. He’s dead to the world, absorbed in a cooking show.
“This is boring,” Lu Han says, but stays there with his chin on Yixing’s shoulder.
They’re both sticky from the heat and should probably shower, just like how Lu Han should probably pick up his pants from the floor and put them in the dirty laundry bag in his suitcase. But he’s going to leave them there until it’s time to pack, at which point he’ll stuff everything in indiscriminately, clean clothes mixing with the dirty. Yixing’s better with this kind of thing, but neither of them is going to move right now. It’s too fucking hot.
Lu Han dozes off a little, he doesn’t know how long, but when he comes to, the air is thick like in the bathroom back at the dorm after one of Kris’ hour-long showers. “Is the AC on,” he says groggily to Yixing’s shoulder, but Yixing’s snoring a little, with his mouth slightly ajar and hair sticking to his forehead. You’d never guess he was an idol in a budding boy band, Lu Han thinks, by how ordinary he looks right now. Lu Han nudges him with his nose, then with his leg, digging into the back of Yixing’s calf. Hooking over it and scraping his heel over Yixing’s toes.
“Mmfm.” Yixing groans, slowly awakening like a bear from a long hibernation. He turns his head and then his entire body, eyes closed still, until they’re facing each other on their sides. “So hot,” he mumbles, winking one open. Peering at Lu Han as if he were the sun on a very early morning.
“Go turn on the AC,” Lu Han whispers, nudging him again, now coaxingly with his knee.
Yixing blinks both eyes.
“You look like a fish.”
“I wish I were a fish,” Yixing says, sounding more awake by the second. “Then I could be underwater where it’s cool and not like this.”
“You think it’s broken?”
“The AC?”
“It’s been hot since we got back.”
Yixing closes his eyes again. “Maybe if we stay very still.”
That game gets old really fast.
Lu Han reaches over Yixing for the remote and presses the channel button before settling on the same cooking show as before. His throat is dry and itchy from dehydration. “I’m thirsty, but I don’t want to get up.” The pillow is so soft under his head.
“You should get up and drink some water.” Yixing doesn’t move either.
His body is too heavy to even shrug right now.
He isn’t sure how much time passes, as the day darkens and the both of them weave in and out of sleep. It’s long enough that he’s starting to feel stuck to the bed and stuck to Yixing, like the two of them share this massive vessel together, slippery and gross. Their sweat has probably seeped into the bedsheets, filling the holes between the small threads. He’s weighed down and immobile. Paralyzed by the heat, which only thickens every moment that they remain stranded on this bed.
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By the next time his eyes open, it’s nighttime. “I need to take a shower,” he says aloud, not even sure if Yixing is awake, just saying it because he needs to fucking take a shower and maybe hearing those words will hold him accountable or something.
They do. He tilts his chin up to the showerhead, letting the water run over his neck and rubbing dirt from the skin there, below the Adam’s apple. Fuck, he thinks as his body awkwardly comes to life, and turns the dial towards the H. He lathers thoroughly, trying not to think. His fingers are itching. He wants to-to-
The underwear he took belongs to Yixing, he realizes pulling them on. “Hey, look at-“ he starts laughing, closing the bathroom door behind him.
Yixing is awake, jacking off in the dark.
There’s a pause, a really horrible one, where Yixing’s hand stops moving, his mouth opens as if in preparation for some sort of apology, and Lu Han feels suddenly overexposed in just Yixing’s boxers and a towel around his shoulders, even if it’s not his dick that’s hard and ruddy and right there. Yixing still has his jeans on, just unbuttoned now, the waistband of his briefs slipped down to stretch tight across his hips. “Um,” Yixing says quietly, but it’s like he’s stuck with his hand on his cock, like he doesn’t know when to let go. “Look,” he tries again and that’s when Lu Han knows-can tell by the hitch in his voice how close he’d been before Lu Han interrupted.
“It’s okay. Just-keep going,” Lu Han says in his most casual voice and spins around to face the bathroom door. “Just pretend I’m not here, this never happened.”
“I-I can’t,” Yixing strains out.
From behind he hears the small pop of elastic and then the slide of a zipper, the somber creak of mattress springs. In a shadow of a moment Yixing has maneuvered himself into the bathroom and shut the door. Lu Han stands where he has been this whole time, unsure of what his next steps should be. The bed, that’s where Yixing, yeah. There’s even an imprint where he was. Not that he cares, but now it feels wrong.
He sits down on the floor in front of the bathroom, draws his naked knees to his chest, and waits. From inside comes the muted sound of running water, of Yixing scrubbing himself clean.
It feels like hours before Yixing emerges, and when he does he’s wearing the saddest expression on his face. Lu Han looks up and doesn’t know if it would be alright to laugh. It really isn’t that big of a deal.
“I’ve seen you naked before,” he says, finally, with a small smile.
As he stands up, Yixing takes a measured step back. He looks nervous and shy and oddly young all at once. It’s ridiculous.
“I’ve heard you jack off before. And Kris, and Zitao, and-yeah. It’s not, like, something to be ashamed of.”
“Stop,” Yixing cuts him off, looking pained. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“C’mon. I know you-”
Need this, Lu Han thinks, deserve this. “’re tired, and it’s a good way to relieve stress. I know,” he says carefully, “you didn’t finish.”
Fuck, what is he saying. He has no fucking idea, he realizes. Fuck.
Yixing’s eyes are wide now, and what he understands Lu Han is afraid to know.
“What are you-“ is all he gets out before Lu Han is kissing him.
It’s awful. Yixing isn’t prepared for it, and the angle is weird. Lu Han starts to break away, the strangeness of it all settling in like a discomfited wind, but then Yixing-is responding, his arms coming around Lu Han to hold him in place, and closer. You don’t get to decide, he’s saying with his body, the way he does best. Yixing is crushing his nose against his own, biting down on his lip, and it’s still the worst kiss ever, but fuck if Lu Han isn’t kind of really into it.
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“Yeah, I know,” Lu Han says. They take a moment to look at each other, and it’s not the first time Lu Han thinks, he doesn’t know, that maybe Yixing isn’t really another person but an extension of himself, an extra limb, a third eye. Because his hair is all messed up and his eyes are wild and he looks exactly how Lu Han feels right now, right down to how hard they both are, how bad Lu Han wants to push Yixing down against the mattress and, fuck, blow him or something. He hasn’t done this since he got scouted, any lingering desires latent under the pressure of being thrust into lessons upon lessons, to get better at singing, at dancing, at Korean, self-restraint. The last time was with a kid in the same circle of his high school friends. They never talked much, always sat a few seats apart at lunch, a couple of people and several conversations between them, but Lu Han stayed after a party one weekend night and found the boy cleaning up, even though it wasn’t his house. He was loitering for no reason other than his stomach still felt warm from the beer and the kid looked sweet like this, picking up plastic cups. Like a loser. But delicate, Lu Han thought, pressing his mouth against the boy’s in the backyard behind the basement. This was why they never talked, he suddenly understood, as the boy fumbled with his zipper. His fingers were clammy around Lu Han’s dick, “Sorry,” he kept saying, until he put his mouth over it. Fuck, Lu Han thought the entire time, but bit back all the expletives blowing apart his mind, choked up at how good and wet and intense, fucking intense it was. His eyes rolled back and he couldn’t help thrusting his hips a little, building up the momentum when he got close, fisting in the boy’s hair. “Oh god” was all he got out before he came, and then, apologetically, “I’ll do you?” It was only fair. The boy wiped his mouth and said in a low voice, “’kay.”
But Yixing’s not the same-Yixing’s standing there, not some foggy repressed memory, not something he associates with shame. He doesn’t associate Yixing with anything because he’s always there, has been for the past two years. Except maybe the feeling of sinking into your bed right before your head hits the pillow, or really bad junk food on days your body needs it most. Just, stuff that’s tied into his everyday, nothing standalone or strange. Nothing wistful.
Yixing is the smell that doesn’t smell like anything because it’s been on you this whole time, and Lu Han-Lu Han wants it to be the only thing on him right now.
“Second shot,” he says and leans in again, steadying Yixing’s face between his hands this time and hovering there with millimeters between them. Yixing’s breathing is uneven, his exhales hot and hurried, hurry up, he’s saying, what are you waiting for? He has his mouth parted and eyes narrowed in concentration or terror, Lu Han can’t tell, because slowly he’s closing the distance-feels Yixing suck in a breath just before their lips touch. It’s better this time, with Yixing opening his mouth and making fucking erotic sounds in his throat, like this is good for him, too. It turns Lu Han on like crazy, and he grinds up against Yixing, rubbing his erection against his leg. Yixing stills for an instant and without breaking the kiss reaches down and starts stroking Lu Han from outside his boxers, already embarrassingly wet. But Yixing doesn’t care, just like he doesn’t care that these belong to him, or that Lu Han practically does too, if he wants; his fingers edge under the waistband, skimming the light trail of hair down, down, until he’s holding all of Lu Han in his hand.
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“You’re really into this,” Yixing says, like he’s surprised.
Lu Han doesn’t say anything. He’s almost fucking there, arching up into Yixing’s grip, working up a heavier, hurried rhythm. Lu Han’s mouth is open and a dumb, strangled sound escapes him when Yixing thumbs over the head of his cock and, Fucking Zhang Yixing Zhangyixingyixing is the only thing he hears himself saying as he comes.
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“You’re even quieter than I thought,” Lu Han says afterwards on the bed. He’s nestled against Yixing’s armpit, and they’re both naked. Lu Han’s hand is still sticky, and it smells like something else. Maybe this is how the associations will start. He wipes it on Yixing’s stomach, feeling the muscles briefly clench. Yixing wraps one leg over his and then stays motionless again, except for his heaving chest. It’s still hot as hell in the room.
A minute passes, during which they wait for it to get awkward. It doesn’t, Lu Han realizes in the dark. This doesn’t change anything.
“Nope,” Yixing agrees, and hesitantly presses a kiss to Lu Han’s shoulder.
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screaming at you rn ;________;
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please post this unanon, i'd love to know who you are so i can follow you in the future ♥
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