temptation (standalone)
xiuhan | 2, 316 words | NC-17 | lu han caught a cold but minseok is pretty sure he's the sick one for thinking that lu han has never been looking so beautiful. ever.
(another continuation of play boy and what you need)
a/n: not really a warning, but like, a precaution. bottom!lu han. crey. i know.
inspirations, okay? you understand me, right?
“but you sounded okay last night,” minseok gently closes the door, toeing off his shoes and gives his boyfriend a hug while chuckling. actually, it’s a decoy to his jackhammering heart, because he’s been worried as hell on his way to lu han’s apartment but right now, lu han looks so...different with white lips and dull eyes.
lu han whines at him to stop staring. no sharp comment, huh? definitely a different person beyond belief.
“how are you feeling though?” minseok follows lu han’s lead to the kitchen, obliging lu han’s request to make him a cup of tea.
“no sugar, please,” lu han sniffs, sitting on the clean floor. he doesn’t own a dining table because it’s useless for a college student with a modeling side job and more than average monthly allowance from his parents. “i threw up at like, four? i couldn’t sleep at all. my head hurts,” he folds his knees and plays with the long sleeves of his faded violet t-shirt. “baozi, don’t go anywhere please?”
minseok grimaces at the cute, pleading tone. he has two important quizzes today. but it is so rare for lu han to display such helplessness in an adorable way. lu han never does aegyo despite his doll-like face. he’s either a tyrant, forcing all the power in the whole universe to get whatever he wants; or he simply doesn’t take a ‘no’ as an answer (people fall to their knees for him anyway).
“min min-ah?” his voice is hoarse, minseok can tell from the way lu han’s breath hitches.
“i can’t, lu,” minseok pours the plain tea to an aries mug, then he crouches down in front of lu han, leaning forward to kiss him.
lu han turns his head.
minseok’s heart breaks.
“awww,” minseok puts the mug away, cupping lu han’s cold neck. “come on, lu! the tests are worth twenty percent of my final grades!”
lu han sighs, “you’ll catch the influenza virus, pabo. now leave.”
oh.
minseok laughs sheepishly, touched a little bit too giddily at how considerate lu han is. that’s just so damn sweet!
“don’t worry,” minseok plants an eskimo kiss to the tip of lu han’s nose, “my immune system is awesome, lu han-ah, you can ask zitao. he often cuddles me when he’s sick and i’ll be fine in the morning.”
“ew,” lu han sneers, but he’s wrapping his arms around minseok’s shoulders. “can you not? your ‘precious’ zitao has that lunatic boyfriend to kiss away his flu now. or something.” lu han is staring straight at minseok’s eyes, and then he continues,
“also, i threw up, remember?” it’s not a challenge. it’s more like lu han is embarrassed.
“well you brushed your teeth, right?” minseok squeezes lu han’s narrow hips, wriggling his eyebrows just because.
lu han smiles shyly, confirming minseok’s prediction about lu han’s out of character-ness and he doesn’t waste any second to steal the of course rare kind of smile from those alluring lips which usually spat cruel remarks. he bids goodbye with a promise to stop by after his classes later.
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but minseok is too preoccupied with the quizzes that he forgets to call lu han in between his break period; he’s busy rechecking and comparing his notes with joonmyun. the quizzes are exactly on his last two classes, and he has the time to facepalm as he writes his name on the second quiz’s paper for remembering a special someone just as important as his final grades, probably sulking and fighting the influenza virus all alone fifteen minutes walk from where minseok’s brain is bleeding thanks to new zealand’s international policy regarding diplomatic issues.
he finishes first, bolting out of the classroom with the backsound of his classmates gaping at him. he runs to the apothecary near lu han’s apartment to buy his umma’s most trusted brand of influenza pill and grabs lu han’s favourite toblerone along with a stuffed carrot keychain. it must be his country’s ministry of food, agriculture, forestry, and fisheries strategy to increase children’s interest on eating vegetab-
“nanana i like lu han so much~” minseok sings to himself as the cashier rings his stuffs. the inside of his chaotic mind is a mess like,
lu han won’t forgive him.
lu han is crying.
lu han goes back to his hometown in china-
horrified, minseok runs again.
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lu han’s sunken eyes and dark circles marring his ash-pale skin and even paler, dry lips are stirring something primal deep inside of minseok’s most basic need known in humankind.
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done with coaxing lu han to have a nice warm shower and ordering ginseng and chicken porridge for dinner, minseok can’t seem to stop gawking at his boyfriend as he feeds lu han on lu han’s unmade bed and lu han’s bed hair is sticking everywhere and lu han’s pink tongue darting out to lick the corners of his mouth and the little approval moans whenever lu han’s adam apple is bobbing down swallowing the food and how minseok notices lu han’s collarbones greeting him from behind lu han’s halfway zipped up black hoodie.
what.
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“is there something on my face?” lu han asks softly as they lie on their sides, tucked in two layers of blanket. minseok finally gives in to lu han’s pitiful, bloodshot doe eyes and stays.
“hmmm, no?” minseok pulls lu han closer by the tiny waist, hiding his face on the hollow of lu han’s neck. he can’t afford to have lu han find out that he’s...
it’s just so wrong. and sick and tainted and what, kinky?-that he takes stolen pleasure on lu han’s vulnerable state. he got hard sometime during the feeding frenzy he had to transfer his libido to pluto by rereading his quizzes’ neat notes as they snuggled on lu han’s very comfy light grey couch.
“lu?” minseok murmurs to check if lu han is asleep. but it’s just like lu han is being triggered, because suddenly he untangles himself to sit up and unzip his black hoodie, throws it somewhere, and minseok is (thankfully?) quick enough to catch lu han’s wrists before lu han can completely go naked.
“what are you doing?!” so much for trying to tame his cool even traveled to imaginary pluto. he did not just squeak like a bird.
lu han glares at him.
minseok panics.
he jumps off of the bed to snatch lu han’s black hoodie from the floor, practically manhandles lu han to wear it again but lu han refuses to uncross his arms and minseok is scared that lu han hates him for lusting over his prettily deteriorating face. he’s been doing fine ever since their very first sexual intercourse many weeks ago, so why now, oh god!?
“lu han-ah, please don’t be difficult,” minseok covers lu han’s bare upper body with the blankets, hugging him.
lu han weakly shoves minseok’s shoulders, “you are difficult.” he huffs. “you can ask, you know, don’t assume anything all alone inside your stupid brain, baozi-yah.”
“w-what?” minseok smartly blurts out, feeling the extra heat because lu han’s serpent tongue is back. lu han is thisclose to roll his eyes but minseok can’t make himself more foolish so he tackles lu han’s body and ends up hovering above the slowly smiling boy.
“b-but you’re not feeling well,” minseok kisses lu han’s jawline, rolling his boxer clad crotch against lu han’s pajama pants.
lu han’s contended sigh is more than enough for minseok to get rid of his-lu han’s-navy blue t-shirt.
“now ask,” lu han licks his lips, securing minseok’s hips on top of his using the heels of his socked feet.
minseok takes his time to shudder as his cock hardens, and he’s panting already when he manages to ask,
“lube?” he teases lu han’s erected nipples with his thumbs and lu han stutters where he keeps his chocolate flavored lube underneath the bed.
as minseok retrieves the bottle, lu han takes off his pajama pants and socks, props another pillow for his head, leans back, and spreads his legs.
minseok chuckles nervously.
“fuck, lu.”
“i know,” lu han replies smugly, and then his eyes soften when he beckons minseok to kiss him. “go on, have a taste,” he whispers to minseok’s mouth, and their teeth clank as minseok kisses him hard like never before.
minseok uncaps the lid, not breaking his hurried kisses as he takes the back of lu han’s left knee and folds it up until the kneecap nearly hurts lu han’s face. he coats his right hand’s fingers with the cool substance and inserts one finger, probes and pushes it, makes a circling motion inside the tight cavern, relishing the throbbing muscles as they part their mouths for oxygen, and then when lu han exposes his slender neck to the ceiling; both of his equally slender legs in the air, minseok adds two more fingers all at once, bruising the jut of lu han’s left hip as he pushespushespushes and stretches his fingers inside the slowly loosening cavern.
“ah!” lu han shouts when the tip of minseok’s middle finger grazes something solid deep down there, his cock bounces alive to point at his flat stomach.
minseok is drunk from the sight of lu han’s wantonness, absentmindedly rutting his own straining erection to the bed as he fingerfucks his boyfriend. sure, he absolutely has no idea on how to do it through the ass, not that he’s experienced with the other party no, but seriously he needs to get in, preferably now, because if he doesn’t and lu han keeps on responding to his ministration like this then he won’t last long at all and next time-if there will ever be since no one understands kim minseok but kim minseok-he might be too scared to ask for sex, next time. so.
subconsciously, he picks up a pace, rotating his wrist and hitting the jackpot everytime, without missing a beat.
“ah-m-minseok! slow down-” lu han’s previously pale lips are reddening now, and there are sweats decorating his tired but still the most beautiful face. what do they say about sex again? it burns how many calories? will lu han be okay tomorr-
lu han screams like a kitten as he cums, his cock is not even touched jesus h. christ, and minseok’s eyes flutter closed at the sensation engulfing his fingers; lu han’s muscles are clenching unclenching the digits but.
but.
lu han leans to his quivering elbows, his glassy eyes are telling minseok to proceed with the actual penetration.
minseok takes out his fingers obediently, slides off of his boxer and lets lu han to stroke his purpling cock once, twice, thrice with his sweaty, trembling hands before lu han pours a huge amount of lube there, smears the gel to minseok’s nape as he guides minseok down with him to the bed, puts his skinny ankles on minseok’s shoulders and when minseok slowly, excruciatingly, thrusts his cock inside the hothothotness, lu han cries.
it must be hurt, minseok gently pushes in more as he caresses lu han’s smooth thighs, rocking his hips ups and downs until he’s seated fully to the hilt. lu han gasps, blinks, and minseok almost cries himself at the display of pure happiness reflected on lu han’s dilating orbs. they are one now.
“minseok-ah,” lu han smiles, embarrassed, being adorable and perfect, “baozi-yah, i love you.” he moves his own hips and minseok follows suit, chanting the three words like a mantra as he kisses lu han’s lips, tears, neck, skin-and lu han is taking everything that minseok can offer.
“good?” minseok asks, breathless after a series of endless i love you’s, circling lu han’s skinny ankles with his hands, thrusting in and out ever so slowly.
“the best,” lu han nods, and mewls when minseok’s cock hits his prostrate for the first time.
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lu han is so so so wet, minseok moans at the fact, and he buries his face to the crook of lu han’s vanilla scented neck as he pulls out almost all the way out and when he thrusts back in, a spurt of warm precum is wetting lu han even more and minseok has to grasp the sheet in order to last or else. when he releases his breath, another spurt of precum is betraying him.
god.
lu han has stopped crying, in fact, he’s snoring softly, mouth open, and minseok doesn’t have the heart to take advantage of him.
right. minseok flushes when he remembers the time. his stamina in bed is proved to be just as beastly as the usual. wow. yeah. okay. they need to do this again when lu han is fit enough to have like, maybe, two or three more rounds.
he pulls out, trying not to wake his boyfriend, tiptoes to lu han’s bathroom and jerks off with the image of lu han on his knees, looking up at him with dark circles under his sunken eyes and his ash-pale face is soon graced by minseok’s milky cum.
soon.
t h e e n d
(another continuation of play boy and what you need)
a/n: not really a warning, but like, a precaution. bottom!lu han. crey. i know.
inspirations, okay? you understand me, right?
“but you sounded okay last night,” minseok gently closes the door, toeing off his shoes and gives his boyfriend a hug while chuckling. actually, it’s a decoy to his jackhammering heart, because he’s been worried as hell on his way to lu han’s apartment but right now, lu han looks so...different with white lips and dull eyes.
lu han whines at him to stop staring. no sharp comment, huh? definitely a different person beyond belief.
“how are you feeling though?” minseok follows lu han’s lead to the kitchen, obliging lu han’s request to make him a cup of tea.
“no sugar, please,” lu han sniffs, sitting on the clean floor. he doesn’t own a dining table because it’s useless for a college student with a modeling side job and more than average monthly allowance from his parents. “i threw up at like, four? i couldn’t sleep at all. my head hurts,” he folds his knees and plays with the long sleeves of his faded violet t-shirt. “baozi, don’t go anywhere please?”
minseok grimaces at the cute, pleading tone. he has two important quizzes today. but it is so rare for lu han to display such helplessness in an adorable way. lu han never does aegyo despite his doll-like face. he’s either a tyrant, forcing all the power in the whole universe to get whatever he wants; or he simply doesn’t take a ‘no’ as an answer (people fall to their knees for him anyway).
“min min-ah?” his voice is hoarse, minseok can tell from the way lu han’s breath hitches.
“i can’t, lu,” minseok pours the plain tea to an aries mug, then he crouches down in front of lu han, leaning forward to kiss him.
lu han turns his head.
minseok’s heart breaks.
“awww,” minseok puts the mug away, cupping lu han’s cold neck. “come on, lu! the tests are worth twenty percent of my final grades!”
lu han sighs, “you’ll catch the influenza virus, pabo. now leave.”
oh.
minseok laughs sheepishly, touched a little bit too giddily at how considerate lu han is. that’s just so damn sweet!
“don’t worry,” minseok plants an eskimo kiss to the tip of lu han’s nose, “my immune system is awesome, lu han-ah, you can ask zitao. he often cuddles me when he’s sick and i’ll be fine in the morning.”
“ew,” lu han sneers, but he’s wrapping his arms around minseok’s shoulders. “can you not? your ‘precious’ zitao has that lunatic boyfriend to kiss away his flu now. or something.” lu han is staring straight at minseok’s eyes, and then he continues,
“also, i threw up, remember?” it’s not a challenge. it’s more like lu han is embarrassed.
“well you brushed your teeth, right?” minseok squeezes lu han’s narrow hips, wriggling his eyebrows just because.
lu han smiles shyly, confirming minseok’s prediction about lu han’s out of character-ness and he doesn’t waste any second to steal the of course rare kind of smile from those alluring lips which usually spat cruel remarks. he bids goodbye with a promise to stop by after his classes later.
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but minseok is too preoccupied with the quizzes that he forgets to call lu han in between his break period; he’s busy rechecking and comparing his notes with joonmyun. the quizzes are exactly on his last two classes, and he has the time to facepalm as he writes his name on the second quiz’s paper for remembering a special someone just as important as his final grades, probably sulking and fighting the influenza virus all alone fifteen minutes walk from where minseok’s brain is bleeding thanks to new zealand’s international policy regarding diplomatic issues.
he finishes first, bolting out of the classroom with the backsound of his classmates gaping at him. he runs to the apothecary near lu han’s apartment to buy his umma’s most trusted brand of influenza pill and grabs lu han’s favourite toblerone along with a stuffed carrot keychain. it must be his country’s ministry of food, agriculture, forestry, and fisheries strategy to increase children’s interest on eating vegetab-
“nanana i like lu han so much~” minseok sings to himself as the cashier rings his stuffs. the inside of his chaotic mind is a mess like,
lu han won’t forgive him.
lu han is crying.
lu han goes back to his hometown in china-
horrified, minseok runs again.
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lu han’s sunken eyes and dark circles marring his ash-pale skin and even paler, dry lips are stirring something primal deep inside of minseok’s most basic need known in humankind.
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done with coaxing lu han to have a nice warm shower and ordering ginseng and chicken porridge for dinner, minseok can’t seem to stop gawking at his boyfriend as he feeds lu han on lu han’s unmade bed and lu han’s bed hair is sticking everywhere and lu han’s pink tongue darting out to lick the corners of his mouth and the little approval moans whenever lu han’s adam apple is bobbing down swallowing the food and how minseok notices lu han’s collarbones greeting him from behind lu han’s halfway zipped up black hoodie.
what.
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“is there something on my face?” lu han asks softly as they lie on their sides, tucked in two layers of blanket. minseok finally gives in to lu han’s pitiful, bloodshot doe eyes and stays.
“hmmm, no?” minseok pulls lu han closer by the tiny waist, hiding his face on the hollow of lu han’s neck. he can’t afford to have lu han find out that he’s...
it’s just so wrong. and sick and tainted and what, kinky?-that he takes stolen pleasure on lu han’s vulnerable state. he got hard sometime during the feeding frenzy he had to transfer his libido to pluto by rereading his quizzes’ neat notes as they snuggled on lu han’s very comfy light grey couch.
“lu?” minseok murmurs to check if lu han is asleep. but it’s just like lu han is being triggered, because suddenly he untangles himself to sit up and unzip his black hoodie, throws it somewhere, and minseok is (thankfully?) quick enough to catch lu han’s wrists before lu han can completely go naked.
“what are you doing?!” so much for trying to tame his cool even traveled to imaginary pluto. he did not just squeak like a bird.
lu han glares at him.
minseok panics.
he jumps off of the bed to snatch lu han’s black hoodie from the floor, practically manhandles lu han to wear it again but lu han refuses to uncross his arms and minseok is scared that lu han hates him for lusting over his prettily deteriorating face. he’s been doing fine ever since their very first sexual intercourse many weeks ago, so why now, oh god!?
“lu han-ah, please don’t be difficult,” minseok covers lu han’s bare upper body with the blankets, hugging him.
lu han weakly shoves minseok’s shoulders, “you are difficult.” he huffs. “you can ask, you know, don’t assume anything all alone inside your stupid brain, baozi-yah.”
“w-what?” minseok smartly blurts out, feeling the extra heat because lu han’s serpent tongue is back. lu han is thisclose to roll his eyes but minseok can’t make himself more foolish so he tackles lu han’s body and ends up hovering above the slowly smiling boy.
“b-but you’re not feeling well,” minseok kisses lu han’s jawline, rolling his boxer clad crotch against lu han’s pajama pants.
lu han’s contended sigh is more than enough for minseok to get rid of his-lu han’s-navy blue t-shirt.
“now ask,” lu han licks his lips, securing minseok’s hips on top of his using the heels of his socked feet.
minseok takes his time to shudder as his cock hardens, and he’s panting already when he manages to ask,
“lube?” he teases lu han’s erected nipples with his thumbs and lu han stutters where he keeps his chocolate flavored lube underneath the bed.
as minseok retrieves the bottle, lu han takes off his pajama pants and socks, props another pillow for his head, leans back, and spreads his legs.
minseok chuckles nervously.
“fuck, lu.”
“i know,” lu han replies smugly, and then his eyes soften when he beckons minseok to kiss him. “go on, have a taste,” he whispers to minseok’s mouth, and their teeth clank as minseok kisses him hard like never before.
minseok uncaps the lid, not breaking his hurried kisses as he takes the back of lu han’s left knee and folds it up until the kneecap nearly hurts lu han’s face. he coats his right hand’s fingers with the cool substance and inserts one finger, probes and pushes it, makes a circling motion inside the tight cavern, relishing the throbbing muscles as they part their mouths for oxygen, and then when lu han exposes his slender neck to the ceiling; both of his equally slender legs in the air, minseok adds two more fingers all at once, bruising the jut of lu han’s left hip as he pushespushespushes and stretches his fingers inside the slowly loosening cavern.
“ah!” lu han shouts when the tip of minseok’s middle finger grazes something solid deep down there, his cock bounces alive to point at his flat stomach.
minseok is drunk from the sight of lu han’s wantonness, absentmindedly rutting his own straining erection to the bed as he fingerfucks his boyfriend. sure, he absolutely has no idea on how to do it through the ass, not that he’s experienced with the other party no, but seriously he needs to get in, preferably now, because if he doesn’t and lu han keeps on responding to his ministration like this then he won’t last long at all and next time-if there will ever be since no one understands kim minseok but kim minseok-he might be too scared to ask for sex, next time. so.
subconsciously, he picks up a pace, rotating his wrist and hitting the jackpot everytime, without missing a beat.
“ah-m-minseok! slow down-” lu han’s previously pale lips are reddening now, and there are sweats decorating his tired but still the most beautiful face. what do they say about sex again? it burns how many calories? will lu han be okay tomorr-
lu han screams like a kitten as he cums, his cock is not even touched jesus h. christ, and minseok’s eyes flutter closed at the sensation engulfing his fingers; lu han’s muscles are clenching unclenching the digits but.
but.
lu han leans to his quivering elbows, his glassy eyes are telling minseok to proceed with the actual penetration.
minseok takes out his fingers obediently, slides off of his boxer and lets lu han to stroke his purpling cock once, twice, thrice with his sweaty, trembling hands before lu han pours a huge amount of lube there, smears the gel to minseok’s nape as he guides minseok down with him to the bed, puts his skinny ankles on minseok’s shoulders and when minseok slowly, excruciatingly, thrusts his cock inside the hothothotness, lu han cries.
it must be hurt, minseok gently pushes in more as he caresses lu han’s smooth thighs, rocking his hips ups and downs until he’s seated fully to the hilt. lu han gasps, blinks, and minseok almost cries himself at the display of pure happiness reflected on lu han’s dilating orbs. they are one now.
“minseok-ah,” lu han smiles, embarrassed, being adorable and perfect, “baozi-yah, i love you.” he moves his own hips and minseok follows suit, chanting the three words like a mantra as he kisses lu han’s lips, tears, neck, skin-and lu han is taking everything that minseok can offer.
“good?” minseok asks, breathless after a series of endless i love you’s, circling lu han’s skinny ankles with his hands, thrusting in and out ever so slowly.
“the best,” lu han nods, and mewls when minseok’s cock hits his prostrate for the first time.
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lu han is so so so wet, minseok moans at the fact, and he buries his face to the crook of lu han’s vanilla scented neck as he pulls out almost all the way out and when he thrusts back in, a spurt of warm precum is wetting lu han even more and minseok has to grasp the sheet in order to last or else. when he releases his breath, another spurt of precum is betraying him.
god.
lu han has stopped crying, in fact, he’s snoring softly, mouth open, and minseok doesn’t have the heart to take advantage of him.
right. minseok flushes when he remembers the time. his stamina in bed is proved to be just as beastly as the usual. wow. yeah. okay. they need to do this again when lu han is fit enough to have like, maybe, two or three more rounds.
he pulls out, trying not to wake his boyfriend, tiptoes to lu han’s bathroom and jerks off with the image of lu han on his knees, looking up at him with dark circles under his sunken eyes and his ash-pale face is soon graced by minseok’s milky cum.
soon.
t h e e n d