30DAYCHALLENGE - day 9
actions speak louder than words
rating: r
pairing: lay/chen
notes: non au. there is mature content though nothing explicit enough to warrant an nc-17 rating, i'm sure.
prompt: 09/30 - move
it starts with a kiss, nothing more. then another follows and another, until jongdae is yanking him forward by the front of his shirt, his mouth eager to meet yixing’s. there are no words exchanged, simply breaths, simply movements. an overwhelming desire to be closer, no matter how close they are already, dominates their thoughts, arms reaching, grasping, pulling the other in.
there’s still too much distance.
hands reach for skin and find fabric in the way. without a word, the obstacle is rid of, and there is a sweet satisfaction in the melding of their bodies, the simple bliss of feeling skin against skin, heated flesh underneath fingers instead of lifeless fabric. small gasps, a moan or groan of pleasure, slip unbidden from their lips, their breath trembling, shaking.
neither of them say a word, their actions and movements speaking for themselves when the intimate scene comes to its climax and they rise and fall tangled in each other. and why would they need to speak? it is clear that the affection, the fervent feelings and ardour between them, is great and true - there are no words needed to confirm what is already known.
rating: r
pairing: lay/chen
notes: non au. there is mature content though nothing explicit enough to warrant an nc-17 rating, i'm sure.
prompt: 09/30 - move
it starts with a kiss, nothing more. then another follows and another, until jongdae is yanking him forward by the front of his shirt, his mouth eager to meet yixing’s. there are no words exchanged, simply breaths, simply movements. an overwhelming desire to be closer, no matter how close they are already, dominates their thoughts, arms reaching, grasping, pulling the other in.
there’s still too much distance.
hands reach for skin and find fabric in the way. without a word, the obstacle is rid of, and there is a sweet satisfaction in the melding of their bodies, the simple bliss of feeling skin against skin, heated flesh underneath fingers instead of lifeless fabric. small gasps, a moan or groan of pleasure, slip unbidden from their lips, their breath trembling, shaking.
neither of them say a word, their actions and movements speaking for themselves when the intimate scene comes to its climax and they rise and fall tangled in each other. and why would they need to speak? it is clear that the affection, the fervent feelings and ardour between them, is great and true - there are no words needed to confirm what is already known.