✧ summer heat ✧
✖ summer heat
✖ lu han/zitao; pg-13
✖ zitao falls into lu han easily, sticky heat no great barrier. domestic!au. 787w.
✖ for poodle~
The heat is stifling and Zitao’s skin feels like it’s glued itself to the leather of their shitty couch, slick with sweat as he lies in front of their one shitty fan. Lu Han shoves at him with his foot and normally Zitao would shove him back but he literally does not want to move.
“Fucking move,” Lu Han grumbles, fingers prodding into Zitao’s arm and he whines on purpose, just to watch Lu Han roll his eyes in exasperation. Annoying Lu Han is still fun, even in the boiling heat that makes Zitao feel like his blood is on a low simmer, skin melting off.
“Just sit in my lap, ge,” Zitao teases, but Lu Han only grimaces, flicking Zitao on the forehead before finally managing to push Zitao’s long legs off the couch and flopping down. He sighs as the cool air from the fan hits him but the relief is short-lived. The air is stale and not nearly as satisfying. This is what they got for being too cheap to install proper air conditioning. Zitao can almost hear Jongdae laughing at them from across the city.
Zitao pushes himself up, slouching in his seat. He’s in next to no clothes, briefs covering the bare necessities but it’s still too hot and somehow Lu Han is wearing a fucking tank top. It’s not like Zitao’s never seen him naked. “Aren’t you hot in that thing?”
“No,” Lu Han lies, eyes closed, head tipped back to press against the back of the couch. The beer Lu Han had went and bought is sitting in the fridge, still too warm to drink and Zitao’s starving but the pizza delivery is supposed to be soon.
His stomach growls and Lu Han snorts, cracking open an eye to give Zitao a dismayed look. “If you try to eat my pizza, I will cut your dick off.”
“What’re you gonna suck on then, ge?” Zitao laughs, not bothering to dodge the punch that Lu Han throws his way. It doesn’t hurt and really it’s because Lu Han has about as much energy as he does. They should have gone to Jongdae’s place like Yixing. Why were they so dumb.
“Fucking brat,” Lu Han scolds, but he doesn’t push Zitao away when he leans in closer, shoulders pressing together. Lu Han’s skin is as sticky as his own, but Zitao doesn’t mind, sinking lower in his seat until he can rest his head on Lu Han’s shoulder.
“Stop touching me,” Lu Han grumbles but he doesn’t mean it, fingers brushing over Zitao’s wrist, thumb pressing against the small jut of bone there.
“But you’re irresistible,” Zitao says, batting his eyelashes up at Lu Han, mouth curving into a cat-like grin as he watches the look of disgust pass over Lu Han’s face.
“Don’t make me throw up.” Zitao only laughs, sliding his hand into Lu Han’s. It’s sweaty and kinda gross but there’s a lot Zitao is willing to ignore for Lu Han especially when he can still sense the melancholy clinging to the edges of Lu Han from the phone call he received a few days ago. Lu Han’s parents always had a special ability to rattle him up, leave him upset and it always left Zitao feeling a little useless, unable to help his...his whatever. Lu Han didn’t like labels and slipping into this had been hard enough.
Lu Han quirks an eyebrow at him and Zitao flushes, ducking his head down, pretending to be preoccupied with the veins outlined against Lu Han’s arm. He’s traced them with his mouth before, watched Lu Han shiver as he took his time unravelling him. It wasn’t often that Lu Han let Zitao take control but they were definitely some of Zitao’s favourite fucks.
“You’re worse than a girl,” Lu Han comments, voice quiet and Zitao pinches him, nails digging in for added effect. Lu Han yelps and Zitao snickers. “Who’s the girl now?”
“Twat.”
Before Zitao can retaliate the buzzer goes off and his stomach growls as if on cue, the reminder of food fresh on his mind. “I’ll get it,” he offers, extracting himself from Lu Han’s hold but he nearly stumbles when Lu Han pulls him back, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. Zitao’s stomach flips, his appetite suddenly gone.
“Don’t worry about me so much,” Lu Han mumbles, pushing Zitao toward the door and he’s not looking Zitao in the eye on purpose but there’s a hint of red colouring his cheeks.
Zitao can’t help the dumb grin that stretches across his lips. He leans down and gives Lu Han a proper kiss, the delivery boy could wait a few more minutes. Zitao was a good tipper.
✖ lu han/zitao; pg-13
✖ zitao falls into lu han easily, sticky heat no great barrier. domestic!au. 787w.
✖ for poodle~
The heat is stifling and Zitao’s skin feels like it’s glued itself to the leather of their shitty couch, slick with sweat as he lies in front of their one shitty fan. Lu Han shoves at him with his foot and normally Zitao would shove him back but he literally does not want to move.
“Fucking move,” Lu Han grumbles, fingers prodding into Zitao’s arm and he whines on purpose, just to watch Lu Han roll his eyes in exasperation. Annoying Lu Han is still fun, even in the boiling heat that makes Zitao feel like his blood is on a low simmer, skin melting off.
“Just sit in my lap, ge,” Zitao teases, but Lu Han only grimaces, flicking Zitao on the forehead before finally managing to push Zitao’s long legs off the couch and flopping down. He sighs as the cool air from the fan hits him but the relief is short-lived. The air is stale and not nearly as satisfying. This is what they got for being too cheap to install proper air conditioning. Zitao can almost hear Jongdae laughing at them from across the city.
Zitao pushes himself up, slouching in his seat. He’s in next to no clothes, briefs covering the bare necessities but it’s still too hot and somehow Lu Han is wearing a fucking tank top. It’s not like Zitao’s never seen him naked. “Aren’t you hot in that thing?”
“No,” Lu Han lies, eyes closed, head tipped back to press against the back of the couch. The beer Lu Han had went and bought is sitting in the fridge, still too warm to drink and Zitao’s starving but the pizza delivery is supposed to be soon.
His stomach growls and Lu Han snorts, cracking open an eye to give Zitao a dismayed look. “If you try to eat my pizza, I will cut your dick off.”
“What’re you gonna suck on then, ge?” Zitao laughs, not bothering to dodge the punch that Lu Han throws his way. It doesn’t hurt and really it’s because Lu Han has about as much energy as he does. They should have gone to Jongdae’s place like Yixing. Why were they so dumb.
“Fucking brat,” Lu Han scolds, but he doesn’t push Zitao away when he leans in closer, shoulders pressing together. Lu Han’s skin is as sticky as his own, but Zitao doesn’t mind, sinking lower in his seat until he can rest his head on Lu Han’s shoulder.
“Stop touching me,” Lu Han grumbles but he doesn’t mean it, fingers brushing over Zitao’s wrist, thumb pressing against the small jut of bone there.
“But you’re irresistible,” Zitao says, batting his eyelashes up at Lu Han, mouth curving into a cat-like grin as he watches the look of disgust pass over Lu Han’s face.
“Don’t make me throw up.” Zitao only laughs, sliding his hand into Lu Han’s. It’s sweaty and kinda gross but there’s a lot Zitao is willing to ignore for Lu Han especially when he can still sense the melancholy clinging to the edges of Lu Han from the phone call he received a few days ago. Lu Han’s parents always had a special ability to rattle him up, leave him upset and it always left Zitao feeling a little useless, unable to help his...his whatever. Lu Han didn’t like labels and slipping into this had been hard enough.
Lu Han quirks an eyebrow at him and Zitao flushes, ducking his head down, pretending to be preoccupied with the veins outlined against Lu Han’s arm. He’s traced them with his mouth before, watched Lu Han shiver as he took his time unravelling him. It wasn’t often that Lu Han let Zitao take control but they were definitely some of Zitao’s favourite fucks.
“You’re worse than a girl,” Lu Han comments, voice quiet and Zitao pinches him, nails digging in for added effect. Lu Han yelps and Zitao snickers. “Who’s the girl now?”
“Twat.”
Before Zitao can retaliate the buzzer goes off and his stomach growls as if on cue, the reminder of food fresh on his mind. “I’ll get it,” he offers, extracting himself from Lu Han’s hold but he nearly stumbles when Lu Han pulls him back, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. Zitao’s stomach flips, his appetite suddenly gone.
“Don’t worry about me so much,” Lu Han mumbles, pushing Zitao toward the door and he’s not looking Zitao in the eye on purpose but there’s a hint of red colouring his cheeks.
Zitao can’t help the dumb grin that stretches across his lips. He leans down and gives Lu Han a proper kiss, the delivery boy could wait a few more minutes. Zitao was a good tipper.