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smut drabble, layhan
n; wELP. this is ridiculous.
It's risky. Every time they do this, they're risking their studies, their families' support, and probably their future, too. They're risking money and entire months worth of efforts and sleepless nights. However, after countless times of doing it, it does get kind of addictive. The rush of adrenaline, and how it seems to make everything ten thousand times more pleasurable than it was. It never, ever turns boring or monotone. Lu Han never drifts into routine, oh no, he just doesn't.
There hasn't been a making out session similar to the one before. That's what makes it so thrilling, Yixing thinks.
This time, they're in the principal's room. It's probably the stupidest idea Lu Han has ever had, and boy, does he get stupid ideas. There's one empty closet room on the left, far from the window, on the opposite site of the door.
They were just receiving a congratulatory speech for their flawfree marks, for Lu Han's great sports accomplishments and Yixing's admirable musical composition that had been added to the school's latest event program.
The old man sitting on the other side of the desk picked up the phone and hurriedly spoke, slightly turning the chair to avoid his students to read his lips.
"Please, excuse me. I'll be right back with you in ten minutes." The principal said.
With the door closed, Lu Han stood up from the leather chair and took Yixing by the wrist. The latter complained, scandalized.
"What do you want?" He spat, feigning a higher level of annoyance. Lu Han merely smirked, and leaned down to catch Yixing's lips with his own.
"Oh, no, not- here," Yixing breathed out against Lu Han's persistent, hardly deniable lips. Lu Han deepened the kiss, holding Yixing by the nape, threading his fingers through his hair in an oddly loving fashion.
"Come on, we have time." Lu Han said, licking his glossy lips. He walked towards the closet door, glad that the closet was in fact empty, except for a couple of coats hanging in the corner. It was big enough for the both of them. Not that they needed much space, anyway.
Yixing laughed, already feeling ticklishly intoxicated. Secondary effects of dating Lu Han, he guessed.
"Come here, no time to waste." Lu han pulled him in playfully, immediately going for Yixing's lips once again. He pushed his tongue in, caressing Yixing's, toying with it.
Lu Han held Yixing by his waist, pressing his fingertips, holding him in place. The latter shivered inwardly, craving Lu Han's touch, already flooded with adrenaline. Lu Han closed the distance between their bodies, grinding up against Yixing, sneaking a leg between his. Yixing moaned softly, seeking more of Lu Han's warmth, working his body against his boyfriend's.
While still kissing the life out of Yixing, Lu Han began unbuttoning Yixing's uniform pants with skilled hangs, laughing quietly at Yixing's confused face.
"Let me blow you," Lu Han panted against Yixing's ear. Yixing groaned quietly, and nodded afterwards, leaning in one last time to nibble on Lu Han's lower lip. His boyfriend pulled away, not before chastely pressing his lips against Yixing's, and then softly got on his knees.
Once Yixing's flyer was open, Lu Han pulled his briefs down by the elastic band, and while looking right through Yixing's glassy eyes, took his cock in hand, holding the base of it with a rather tight grip, a little greedy. Yixing took a sharp intake of breath, pressing himself onto the wall behind him, almost bumping his head against a wooden tube.
Lu Han scattered chaste kisses at the top, listening to his boyfriend whimper and cling to his shattering will power too keep his mouth pressed shut. He took the tip into his mouth, took it in and quickly adopted a steady pace, bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks. He began suctioning harder, wrapping his lips agains't Yixing with more pressure.
Yixing found his grip through Lu Han's hair, holding him and pulling him against his body, making him suck faster. Once Yixing's thighs started quivering, and the muscles in his belly began clenching and trembling with each suck, Lu Han let go of Yixing's cock, dragging his tongue over his lips afterwards.
Yixing found his release after three or four strokes of Lu Han's hand. Lu Han quickly stood on his feet, looking around for a towel or a piece of paper to clean his hand with, whilst Yixing buttoned his pants up. With a giggly laugh, Lu Han opened the door and walked back into the empty office. Yixing followed suit, chest still heaving, and the hair on the back of his head sticking to his nape with sweat.
"I sincerely hope the principal never feels cold enough to go grab that black coat hanging in the closet." Lu Han said, blowing his fringe out of his face.
"Oh god, you're awful." Said Yixing, unable to conceal the grin on his mouth.
n; wELP. this is ridiculous.
It's risky. Every time they do this, they're risking their studies, their families' support, and probably their future, too. They're risking money and entire months worth of efforts and sleepless nights. However, after countless times of doing it, it does get kind of addictive. The rush of adrenaline, and how it seems to make everything ten thousand times more pleasurable than it was. It never, ever turns boring or monotone. Lu Han never drifts into routine, oh no, he just doesn't.
There hasn't been a making out session similar to the one before. That's what makes it so thrilling, Yixing thinks.
This time, they're in the principal's room. It's probably the stupidest idea Lu Han has ever had, and boy, does he get stupid ideas. There's one empty closet room on the left, far from the window, on the opposite site of the door.
They were just receiving a congratulatory speech for their flawfree marks, for Lu Han's great sports accomplishments and Yixing's admirable musical composition that had been added to the school's latest event program.
The old man sitting on the other side of the desk picked up the phone and hurriedly spoke, slightly turning the chair to avoid his students to read his lips.
"Please, excuse me. I'll be right back with you in ten minutes." The principal said.
With the door closed, Lu Han stood up from the leather chair and took Yixing by the wrist. The latter complained, scandalized.
"What do you want?" He spat, feigning a higher level of annoyance. Lu Han merely smirked, and leaned down to catch Yixing's lips with his own.
"Oh, no, not- here," Yixing breathed out against Lu Han's persistent, hardly deniable lips. Lu Han deepened the kiss, holding Yixing by the nape, threading his fingers through his hair in an oddly loving fashion.
"Come on, we have time." Lu Han said, licking his glossy lips. He walked towards the closet door, glad that the closet was in fact empty, except for a couple of coats hanging in the corner. It was big enough for the both of them. Not that they needed much space, anyway.
Yixing laughed, already feeling ticklishly intoxicated. Secondary effects of dating Lu Han, he guessed.
"Come here, no time to waste." Lu han pulled him in playfully, immediately going for Yixing's lips once again. He pushed his tongue in, caressing Yixing's, toying with it.
Lu Han held Yixing by his waist, pressing his fingertips, holding him in place. The latter shivered inwardly, craving Lu Han's touch, already flooded with adrenaline. Lu Han closed the distance between their bodies, grinding up against Yixing, sneaking a leg between his. Yixing moaned softly, seeking more of Lu Han's warmth, working his body against his boyfriend's.
While still kissing the life out of Yixing, Lu Han began unbuttoning Yixing's uniform pants with skilled hangs, laughing quietly at Yixing's confused face.
"Let me blow you," Lu Han panted against Yixing's ear. Yixing groaned quietly, and nodded afterwards, leaning in one last time to nibble on Lu Han's lower lip. His boyfriend pulled away, not before chastely pressing his lips against Yixing's, and then softly got on his knees.
Once Yixing's flyer was open, Lu Han pulled his briefs down by the elastic band, and while looking right through Yixing's glassy eyes, took his cock in hand, holding the base of it with a rather tight grip, a little greedy. Yixing took a sharp intake of breath, pressing himself onto the wall behind him, almost bumping his head against a wooden tube.
Lu Han scattered chaste kisses at the top, listening to his boyfriend whimper and cling to his shattering will power too keep his mouth pressed shut. He took the tip into his mouth, took it in and quickly adopted a steady pace, bobbing his head, hollowing his cheeks. He began suctioning harder, wrapping his lips agains't Yixing with more pressure.
Yixing found his grip through Lu Han's hair, holding him and pulling him against his body, making him suck faster. Once Yixing's thighs started quivering, and the muscles in his belly began clenching and trembling with each suck, Lu Han let go of Yixing's cock, dragging his tongue over his lips afterwards.
Yixing found his release after three or four strokes of Lu Han's hand. Lu Han quickly stood on his feet, looking around for a towel or a piece of paper to clean his hand with, whilst Yixing buttoned his pants up. With a giggly laugh, Lu Han opened the door and walked back into the empty office. Yixing followed suit, chest still heaving, and the hair on the back of his head sticking to his nape with sweat.
"I sincerely hope the principal never feels cold enough to go grab that black coat hanging in the closet." Lu Han said, blowing his fringe out of his face.
"Oh god, you're awful." Said Yixing, unable to conceal the grin on his mouth.