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
i ( Read more... )
“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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/jumps off a cliff/
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