anon meme prompt fills (5)
lessons by zitao | pg-13
luhan/xiumin
∑: luhan takes yoga lessons from tao to improve his flexibility.
(for this prompt; be warned this is crack OTL)
zitao sits, eyes closed, facing luhan. they're on a hard wood surface that makes luhan's ass hurt. the tall yoga instructor is the only one with a foam mat and luhan twitches impatiently as he waits for zitao to finish his meditation. when zitao's eyes open, luhan's hunched back and rolled back eyes make zitao frown. he gently untangles his legs from the position they'd been in - feet resting atop the opposite thighs - and stands.
"so you want to learn yoga" zitao smirks.
luhan snaps to attention, frantically nodding his head. "teach me, oh flexible one" luhan begs.
for a month, zitao teaches. luhan learns. and at the end of their last class, zitao claps at the perfect form of luhan's upward plank pose. when luhan stands, breathing hard from the effort of holding the position, zitao holds a hand to his shoulder.
"you are ready now, my pupil." zitao smiles benevolently and nods slowly. "ready to use what you have learned and open new horizons."
luhan nods solemnly. "i will do my best."
that night, when minseok gets home, an indoor picnic is set up in the living room. all of their housemates are no where to be seen and a single bright light guides minseok into the kitchen.
"luhan?" minseok balks at the amount of food on the table. "what's going on?"
luhan's smile turns eerily sinister in the single ceiling light of the kitchen and when luhan leads minseok by the arm, back to the living room, minseok fears a bit for his life.
"you know tao has been teaching me some yoga" luhan says conversationally. "want me to teach you?"
now, minseok had been wanting to learn yoga for a while now. he'd heard it was good for finding mental peace and for dieting. but he had been swamped with solo schedules out of the blue and he hadn't had time for yoga lessons until - well, until now.
"i'm pretty good" luhan presses, wiggling his eyebrows. "wanna learn?"
"um" minseok says, inching back from a very insistent luhan, practically pressing him down on the picnic blanket. "weren't we eating dinner?" he tries to change the subject. "i'm starving..."
"oh that can wait. there's nothing like eating after a bit of exercise." minseok is halfway to being horizontal now and he wonders if pushing the hovering man off of him would be rude. but before minseok can decide either way, luhan's hands grip behind minseok's knees.
"what the-!"
"here, i'll teach you how to do an inversion" luhan practically purrs. and just like that minseok's feet are up in the air, his lower back bending in a way he isn't ready for. luhan's head pokes out from between minseok's thighs as his smirk just stretches longer across his face. "you're looking great from this angle."
"what?!" minseok squeaks.
"i mean, you're doing great. you're a natural at this."
"luhan!" minseok cries indignantly, but luhan's face is now centimeters away from his.
"at this rate, you could master all the moves tonight" luhan growls, a low sound emitting from the back of his throat that minseok has never heard before.
"uh" minseok searches his mind for any kind of excuse. his mind, however, goes completely blank as luhan presses hot lips to minseok's own. urging minseok's mouth apart, luhan tastes minseok's mouth in little bites of kisses. kiss after kiss, minseok's breath gets taken away; there's no time to recover between each. mind fuzzy with soft caresses and gentle swipes of luhan's tongue, minseok only feels the danger again when luhan's fingers fumble at his zipper.
"luhan!" minseok warns, out of breath and flushes. he presses a hand to luhan's chest, but luhan merely breathes heavily, concentrating on his task. in fact, luhan is so intent on his goal that minseok thinks, maybe he should give in, let luhan try some of those flexible moves he's learned from zitao. minseok wants it too and though he's a bit tired tonight, neither of them had any schedules tomorrow.
all of that goes down the drain however. because just as luhan gets minseok's zipper all the way down, the lights flicker on.
"maybe next time" kris deadpans.
yixing can't stop laughing while jongdae sighs. "wooow, hyungs. can't even keep it in your pants for alone time?"
tao comes running in three seconds later, calling frantically to the others. "oh my god, ge! we're too early!!!"
and as minseok buries his face in his hands, luhan gets up to whisper angrily into tao's ear. "you were supposed to treat them, buy time for me!"
"i did! but they drank their bubble tea faster than i thought."
"bubble tea? i meant, treat them to dinner! a long, long dinner. and maybe karaoke afterward!!!"
tao shrugs, smirking at the crumpled blankets on the floor. "still, looks like you used some moves?" he offers.
luhan makes a frustrated noise and throws his hands up. "food's in the kitchen" he tells kris, who's trying to calm a still laughing yixing. "come on, minseok."
"wait, where are we going?" minseok asks, confused, "i haven't pulled up my pants yet."
but heedless to his questions, luhan drags him outside anyway. the last thing minseok sees is tao's wink and jongdae blowing a kiss. "good luck" kris shrugs, handing yixing a tissue for his streaming tears; and for once, kris truly looks sympathetic.
the danger is really there, minseok thinks. and instead of yoga, minseok makes a mental note to ask tao for wushu lessons.
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aaaaand another.
luhan/xiumin
∑: luhan takes yoga lessons from tao to improve his flexibility.
(for this prompt; be warned this is crack OTL)
zitao sits, eyes closed, facing luhan. they're on a hard wood surface that makes luhan's ass hurt. the tall yoga instructor is the only one with a foam mat and luhan twitches impatiently as he waits for zitao to finish his meditation. when zitao's eyes open, luhan's hunched back and rolled back eyes make zitao frown. he gently untangles his legs from the position they'd been in - feet resting atop the opposite thighs - and stands.
"so you want to learn yoga" zitao smirks.
luhan snaps to attention, frantically nodding his head. "teach me, oh flexible one" luhan begs.
for a month, zitao teaches. luhan learns. and at the end of their last class, zitao claps at the perfect form of luhan's upward plank pose. when luhan stands, breathing hard from the effort of holding the position, zitao holds a hand to his shoulder.
"you are ready now, my pupil." zitao smiles benevolently and nods slowly. "ready to use what you have learned and open new horizons."
luhan nods solemnly. "i will do my best."
that night, when minseok gets home, an indoor picnic is set up in the living room. all of their housemates are no where to be seen and a single bright light guides minseok into the kitchen.
"luhan?" minseok balks at the amount of food on the table. "what's going on?"
luhan's smile turns eerily sinister in the single ceiling light of the kitchen and when luhan leads minseok by the arm, back to the living room, minseok fears a bit for his life.
"you know tao has been teaching me some yoga" luhan says conversationally. "want me to teach you?"
now, minseok had been wanting to learn yoga for a while now. he'd heard it was good for finding mental peace and for dieting. but he had been swamped with solo schedules out of the blue and he hadn't had time for yoga lessons until - well, until now.
"i'm pretty good" luhan presses, wiggling his eyebrows. "wanna learn?"
"um" minseok says, inching back from a very insistent luhan, practically pressing him down on the picnic blanket. "weren't we eating dinner?" he tries to change the subject. "i'm starving..."
"oh that can wait. there's nothing like eating after a bit of exercise." minseok is halfway to being horizontal now and he wonders if pushing the hovering man off of him would be rude. but before minseok can decide either way, luhan's hands grip behind minseok's knees.
"what the-!"
"here, i'll teach you how to do an inversion" luhan practically purrs. and just like that minseok's feet are up in the air, his lower back bending in a way he isn't ready for. luhan's head pokes out from between minseok's thighs as his smirk just stretches longer across his face. "you're looking great from this angle."
"what?!" minseok squeaks.
"i mean, you're doing great. you're a natural at this."
"luhan!" minseok cries indignantly, but luhan's face is now centimeters away from his.
"at this rate, you could master all the moves tonight" luhan growls, a low sound emitting from the back of his throat that minseok has never heard before.
"uh" minseok searches his mind for any kind of excuse. his mind, however, goes completely blank as luhan presses hot lips to minseok's own. urging minseok's mouth apart, luhan tastes minseok's mouth in little bites of kisses. kiss after kiss, minseok's breath gets taken away; there's no time to recover between each. mind fuzzy with soft caresses and gentle swipes of luhan's tongue, minseok only feels the danger again when luhan's fingers fumble at his zipper.
"luhan!" minseok warns, out of breath and flushes. he presses a hand to luhan's chest, but luhan merely breathes heavily, concentrating on his task. in fact, luhan is so intent on his goal that minseok thinks, maybe he should give in, let luhan try some of those flexible moves he's learned from zitao. minseok wants it too and though he's a bit tired tonight, neither of them had any schedules tomorrow.
all of that goes down the drain however. because just as luhan gets minseok's zipper all the way down, the lights flicker on.
"maybe next time" kris deadpans.
yixing can't stop laughing while jongdae sighs. "wooow, hyungs. can't even keep it in your pants for alone time?"
tao comes running in three seconds later, calling frantically to the others. "oh my god, ge! we're too early!!!"
and as minseok buries his face in his hands, luhan gets up to whisper angrily into tao's ear. "you were supposed to treat them, buy time for me!"
"i did! but they drank their bubble tea faster than i thought."
"bubble tea? i meant, treat them to dinner! a long, long dinner. and maybe karaoke afterward!!!"
tao shrugs, smirking at the crumpled blankets on the floor. "still, looks like you used some moves?" he offers.
luhan makes a frustrated noise and throws his hands up. "food's in the kitchen" he tells kris, who's trying to calm a still laughing yixing. "come on, minseok."
"wait, where are we going?" minseok asks, confused, "i haven't pulled up my pants yet."
but heedless to his questions, luhan drags him outside anyway. the last thing minseok sees is tao's wink and jongdae blowing a kiss. "good luck" kris shrugs, handing yixing a tissue for his streaming tears; and for once, kris truly looks sympathetic.
the danger is really there, minseok thinks. and instead of yoga, minseok makes a mental note to ask tao for wushu lessons.
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aaaaand another.