what you need (standalone)
xiuhan | NC-17 | 1, 399 words
nobody really tops anybody *cough* and i kinda regret it because lu han should.
set in the same universe with p l a y b o y.
after some impatient coaxing, minseok finally, timidly, licks lu han’s tongue and squeezes lu han’s hips tighter before he tilts his head to deepen their kiss. lu han almost rolls his eyes, almost, but minseok is too warm and soft he has to fight back a moan instead.
“lu,” minseok hums, bites and tugs at lu han’s bottom lip, “lu, hey, ng.”
“what,” lu han closes his eyes, tightening his grip on minseok’s relaxed shoulders. if minseok is going to complain about his weight he already has a sulking ammo for his chubby baby fat munchkin boyfriend to worry later. there’s a midnight sale at uniqlo this weekend.
minseok rearranges lu han’s knees on either side of his waist while sneaking both hands to grip lu han’s hips and grins, “much better!”
lu han agrees. he pinches minseok’s cheeks and gurgles incoherently because the overwhelming warm sensation flooding his system is hitting him full force.
completing his very own way to express his undying, endless, unconditional, and-other-heartbreaking-objective love, lu han squishes those mouthwatering cheeks so minseok forms a fish face.
“augh,” minseok chuckles, “where were we?”
lu han smiles his pretty smile, as minseok always says with an awed expression, and presses his front to fully embrace minseok.
they continue with their considerably heavy for minseok’s standard making out session, with tongues and all. not long thanks to lu han’s experience with his old dates, minseok is enjoying the feeling of lu han’s lips moving smoothly against his and he’s already producing tiny, satisfied-can-i-ask-for-more-but-i’m-not-sure-oh!-do-that-again sounds by the time lu han slides his palms to map minseok’s quivering abs.
but minseok’s lips stutter when lu han swiftly unbuckles his belt.
“nggghwateryoudoing?” minseok’s eyes are wide. he looks so virgin it hurts.
lu han’s brain works. “second base?” he pries off minseok’s fingers from trying to stop his advanced move. but who is he kidding? minseok easily grabs his hands and secures them away from his crotch.
“aw you’re hurting me!” lu han protests although in reality minseok is just squeezing his wrists and both know that minseok will never ever hurt lu han.
still.
minseok’s heartbeats are thundering against lu han’s elbows, and lu han leans to kiss minseok again because sure, he is minseok’s first boyfriend and minseok probably doesn’t even understand what the heck second base is let alone how to make love to lu han properly but it’s been three months. okay? and lu han has needs like any sane person in a relationship.
so lu han repeats his failed mission to take minseok’s battered jeans off by pressing their crotches together that there is no space for minseok’s hands to interfere.
when he gets to the zipper he goes down to his knees, tugs the jeans to minseok’s ankles, and minseok’s eyes are glassy he has to kiss the annoyingly tamed cock clad in a plain grey brief.
“lu,” minseok calls, “lu, stop.”
“no,” lu han peels away the last material separating him from his prize slowly, not wanting minseok who plays soccer like a pro to kick his face in case he’s freaked out by his sudden lower half nudity.
“oh my god look at your cock, baozi,” lu han takes the limp length with his right hand, stroking it thrice and minseok’s whole body jerks. lu han licks the tip while palming his own erection and when he moans, minseok relaxes onto the couch.
good.
“baozi, i’m here,” he blows warm air to minseok’s balls and minseok’s eyes flutter closed, “baozi-yah look at me.”
minseok complies, and lu han smiles his pretty smile before he opens his mouth wide and takes his boyfriend’s quite hung yet cute cock whole to the hilt; never breaking their eye contact.
minseok’s hand flies to grasp the side of lu han’s head.
lu han moans, his throat is constricting, and minseok groans; unconsciously moving his hips. lu han hollows his cheeks and a milisecond later minseok’s cock is waking up and hitting the back of lu han’s throat in the process, warm and salty and a perfect weight for his hungry tongue.
lu han looks up as he grazes the under and outerside with his teeth to see minseok is throwing one arm to cover his eyes and his other arm is abusing the couch. lu han sucks once more before he pulls off with a smack and pouts,
“why won’t you look at me, minseok-ah?” and cue minseok’s pained expression when he opens his eyes to find lu han smiling prettily at him next to his leaking cock.
“lu,” he breathes out, “lu, is-is this okay?”
lu han tilts his head, takes the base of minseok’s cock and squeezes. minseok punches the innocent couch and bites his bottom lip until it turns white. he looks so fucking hot.
“min-min,” lu han coos, “please touch me.”
“what,” minseok blinks and bites back his disapproving moan because lu han is leaving his cock and stripping off his skinny black jeans instead.
“what,” minseok says smartly and throws his neck to the ceiling when lu han sits on his lap again and thrusts his erected, dry cock against minseok’s wet one.
using one hand to stroke them, lu han maximizes his other to hold onto minseok’s shoulder so he can moves his body mercilessly.
minseok is a moaning mess by the time lu han’s precome merges with his; his sweaty hands sure as hell will leave fingerprint marks on lu han’s bony hips. he’s got stamina, too, because even after lu han’s tired hand is no longer stroking their cocks and lu han himself already feeling the familiar bubble in his gut minseok is still thrusting his hips to get all the addictive frictions.
overwhelmed by minseok’s musky scent, lu han kisses minseok sweetly as a sign for his boyfriend to pay attention to what he’s going to say.
“hey,” he bites minseok’s bottom lip, “let’s lie down.”
minseok lays lu han’s skinny body to the couch gently, and soon he’s peppering kisses to lu han’s neck. lu han smiles to nothing in particular as he wraps his arms and legs around minseok’s strong body, rocking his hips and loving the sounds of their skin slapping against each other.
“kiss me,” he licks the shell of minseok’s ear, and happily allows minseok’s tongue to enter his mouth.
minseok’s kiss is shy, at first, synchronized with his shallow hips’ movements. lu han is okay with that, really, and this is his boyfriend’s first time, right, but he needs to come. so bad. preferably now.
so his hands travel down to smack minseok’s ass, the meaty body parts are bouncing everytime lu han’s palms make harsh contact. minseok accidentally bites lu han’s tongue, but that only turns him on even more.
“fuck,” he curses as he tastes copper, “fuck yes.”
“lu han,” minseok chokes, his hips are moving erratically, ups and downs ups and downs ups and downs along with the rhythm lu han sets on his ass. a fresh spurt of precome is hitting lu han’s stomach, and lu han giggles as minseok cutely asks if he can come.
he answers jokingly, “please shoot your cum on my face,” but that’s enough for minseok to inhale sharply and helplessly comes. he doesn’t scream or moan lu han’s name, and lu han swears he has a holy job to change that sad fact so minseok can only pronounce lu fucking han on every single orgasm he will have.
minseok is slumped to lu han’s front, his warm cum creating a sticky pattern on their stomaches; his spent cock is pressed to lu han’s still throbbing one and as if on fire, minseok sits on his knees and looks at lu han’s purpling, cum-oozing cock worriedly.
“i’m so sorry did i hurt you?” he takes off his navy blue shirt to wipe at lu han’s face.
lu han blushes at the simple but mindblowing act and pouts, “help me?” in which minseok also blushes and asks how can he help.
lu han guides minseok’s actually smaller hand to wrap it around his cock, and tells him with encouraging words how he likes to pleasure himself; when to squeeze and where to press his thumb harder. minseok’s concentrated look is so adorable lu han gives in to his natural urge by approximately a dozen of wonderful strokes with minseok’s name hanging in the air.
t h e e n d
nobody really tops anybody *cough* and i kinda regret it because lu han should.
set in the same universe with p l a y b o y.
after some impatient coaxing, minseok finally, timidly, licks lu han’s tongue and squeezes lu han’s hips tighter before he tilts his head to deepen their kiss. lu han almost rolls his eyes, almost, but minseok is too warm and soft he has to fight back a moan instead.
“lu,” minseok hums, bites and tugs at lu han’s bottom lip, “lu, hey, ng.”
“what,” lu han closes his eyes, tightening his grip on minseok’s relaxed shoulders. if minseok is going to complain about his weight he already has a sulking ammo for his chubby baby fat munchkin boyfriend to worry later. there’s a midnight sale at uniqlo this weekend.
minseok rearranges lu han’s knees on either side of his waist while sneaking both hands to grip lu han’s hips and grins, “much better!”
lu han agrees. he pinches minseok’s cheeks and gurgles incoherently because the overwhelming warm sensation flooding his system is hitting him full force.
completing his very own way to express his undying, endless, unconditional, and-other-heartbreaking-objective love, lu han squishes those mouthwatering cheeks so minseok forms a fish face.
“augh,” minseok chuckles, “where were we?”
lu han smiles his pretty smile, as minseok always says with an awed expression, and presses his front to fully embrace minseok.
they continue with their considerably heavy for minseok’s standard making out session, with tongues and all. not long thanks to lu han’s experience with his old dates, minseok is enjoying the feeling of lu han’s lips moving smoothly against his and he’s already producing tiny, satisfied-can-i-ask-for-more-but-i’m-not-sure-oh!-do-that-again sounds by the time lu han slides his palms to map minseok’s quivering abs.
but minseok’s lips stutter when lu han swiftly unbuckles his belt.
“nggghwateryoudoing?” minseok’s eyes are wide. he looks so virgin it hurts.
lu han’s brain works. “second base?” he pries off minseok’s fingers from trying to stop his advanced move. but who is he kidding? minseok easily grabs his hands and secures them away from his crotch.
“aw you’re hurting me!” lu han protests although in reality minseok is just squeezing his wrists and both know that minseok will never ever hurt lu han.
still.
minseok’s heartbeats are thundering against lu han’s elbows, and lu han leans to kiss minseok again because sure, he is minseok’s first boyfriend and minseok probably doesn’t even understand what the heck second base is let alone how to make love to lu han properly but it’s been three months. okay? and lu han has needs like any sane person in a relationship.
so lu han repeats his failed mission to take minseok’s battered jeans off by pressing their crotches together that there is no space for minseok’s hands to interfere.
when he gets to the zipper he goes down to his knees, tugs the jeans to minseok’s ankles, and minseok’s eyes are glassy he has to kiss the annoyingly tamed cock clad in a plain grey brief.
“lu,” minseok calls, “lu, stop.”
“no,” lu han peels away the last material separating him from his prize slowly, not wanting minseok who plays soccer like a pro to kick his face in case he’s freaked out by his sudden lower half nudity.
“oh my god look at your cock, baozi,” lu han takes the limp length with his right hand, stroking it thrice and minseok’s whole body jerks. lu han licks the tip while palming his own erection and when he moans, minseok relaxes onto the couch.
good.
“baozi, i’m here,” he blows warm air to minseok’s balls and minseok’s eyes flutter closed, “baozi-yah look at me.”
minseok complies, and lu han smiles his pretty smile before he opens his mouth wide and takes his boyfriend’s quite hung yet cute cock whole to the hilt; never breaking their eye contact.
minseok’s hand flies to grasp the side of lu han’s head.
lu han moans, his throat is constricting, and minseok groans; unconsciously moving his hips. lu han hollows his cheeks and a milisecond later minseok’s cock is waking up and hitting the back of lu han’s throat in the process, warm and salty and a perfect weight for his hungry tongue.
lu han looks up as he grazes the under and outerside with his teeth to see minseok is throwing one arm to cover his eyes and his other arm is abusing the couch. lu han sucks once more before he pulls off with a smack and pouts,
“why won’t you look at me, minseok-ah?” and cue minseok’s pained expression when he opens his eyes to find lu han smiling prettily at him next to his leaking cock.
“lu,” he breathes out, “lu, is-is this okay?”
lu han tilts his head, takes the base of minseok’s cock and squeezes. minseok punches the innocent couch and bites his bottom lip until it turns white. he looks so fucking hot.
“min-min,” lu han coos, “please touch me.”
“what,” minseok blinks and bites back his disapproving moan because lu han is leaving his cock and stripping off his skinny black jeans instead.
“what,” minseok says smartly and throws his neck to the ceiling when lu han sits on his lap again and thrusts his erected, dry cock against minseok’s wet one.
using one hand to stroke them, lu han maximizes his other to hold onto minseok’s shoulder so he can moves his body mercilessly.
minseok is a moaning mess by the time lu han’s precome merges with his; his sweaty hands sure as hell will leave fingerprint marks on lu han’s bony hips. he’s got stamina, too, because even after lu han’s tired hand is no longer stroking their cocks and lu han himself already feeling the familiar bubble in his gut minseok is still thrusting his hips to get all the addictive frictions.
overwhelmed by minseok’s musky scent, lu han kisses minseok sweetly as a sign for his boyfriend to pay attention to what he’s going to say.
“hey,” he bites minseok’s bottom lip, “let’s lie down.”
minseok lays lu han’s skinny body to the couch gently, and soon he’s peppering kisses to lu han’s neck. lu han smiles to nothing in particular as he wraps his arms and legs around minseok’s strong body, rocking his hips and loving the sounds of their skin slapping against each other.
“kiss me,” he licks the shell of minseok’s ear, and happily allows minseok’s tongue to enter his mouth.
minseok’s kiss is shy, at first, synchronized with his shallow hips’ movements. lu han is okay with that, really, and this is his boyfriend’s first time, right, but he needs to come. so bad. preferably now.
so his hands travel down to smack minseok’s ass, the meaty body parts are bouncing everytime lu han’s palms make harsh contact. minseok accidentally bites lu han’s tongue, but that only turns him on even more.
“fuck,” he curses as he tastes copper, “fuck yes.”
“lu han,” minseok chokes, his hips are moving erratically, ups and downs ups and downs ups and downs along with the rhythm lu han sets on his ass. a fresh spurt of precome is hitting lu han’s stomach, and lu han giggles as minseok cutely asks if he can come.
he answers jokingly, “please shoot your cum on my face,” but that’s enough for minseok to inhale sharply and helplessly comes. he doesn’t scream or moan lu han’s name, and lu han swears he has a holy job to change that sad fact so minseok can only pronounce lu fucking han on every single orgasm he will have.
minseok is slumped to lu han’s front, his warm cum creating a sticky pattern on their stomaches; his spent cock is pressed to lu han’s still throbbing one and as if on fire, minseok sits on his knees and looks at lu han’s purpling, cum-oozing cock worriedly.
“i’m so sorry did i hurt you?” he takes off his navy blue shirt to wipe at lu han’s face.
lu han blushes at the simple but mindblowing act and pouts, “help me?” in which minseok also blushes and asks how can he help.
lu han guides minseok’s actually smaller hand to wrap it around his cock, and tells him with encouraging words how he likes to pleasure himself; when to squeeze and where to press his thumb harder. minseok’s concentrated look is so adorable lu han gives in to his natural urge by approximately a dozen of wonderful strokes with minseok’s name hanging in the air.
t h e e n d