Dizzy From the Pace of Us
Title: Dizzy From the Pace of Us
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chen/Lay
Length: 4.2k
Summary: Jongdae has a terrible day at work, but Yixing is there to help wind him down.
Warnings: PWP, barebacking, creampie, dirty talk, felching, rimming, unprotected blowjob, overuse of the word ‘fuck’
Notes: This is just filth, I’m so sorry. Title from Typewriter Series #453 by Tyler Knott Greyson. Written for the 91daes fic fest.
Jongdae sighs heavily when he gets in from work, dumping his bag on the floor and flopping onto a barstool. Yixing’s in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal, and he looks up from his phone with a frown at Jongdae’s dejected appearance.
“Everything okay?”
Jongdae nods half-heartedly, “Yeah, just had a long day.” When Yixing looks at him disbelievingly, he slumps forward onto the bench. “Okay, I had a terrible day at work. Shit-fucking-terrible day.”
“How can I help?” Yixing asks, tipping the rest of his cereal into his mouth using the lip of the bowl and ignoring Jongdae’s disapproving look.
“Kill my co-worker?” Jongdae jokes glumly.
“I’m in the wrong line of work,” Yixing says wryly, trying to lighten the situation. When Jongdae’s scowl doesn’t lessen, he chucks his bowl in the sink and circles the bench to drape himself over Jongdae’s neck. “Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills. What happened?”
Jongdae buries his head in his arms, “I made a massive faux pas and forgot to submit this form, and then this guy yelled at me about it, even though nothing went wrong-he’s not even in charge of anything, but he kept saying he’d lose his job and it’s all because of me-and he shouldn’t lose his job, seriously, but he made such a big deal of it to me, and then he rang my superior and complained, and she was fine with everything and said it was okay, but it just set the day up so bad.”
Yixing kisses the back of his neck softly, “Well, that’s good that you’re not in trouble.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Yixing sighs in sympathy, “Hey. Do you want to go get dinner or something?”
“You just ate,” Jongdae protests.
“I can eat more,” Yixing shrugs, pulling back to massage Jongdae’s shoulders, and Jongdae almost moans at how good it feels when he finds a particularly stiff knot and firmly works it out. “Or do you want to go for a bath? Something other than wallowing, at least.”
“Might go for a shower,” Jongdae sighs.
“How about a shower, and then dinner?” Yixing suggests, voice hopeful, and Jongdae nods, knowing he’s only trying to help, and Jongdae’s being nothing but a moody storm cloud.
He’s just turned the water on when he hears Yixing enter the bathroom, then feels Yixing’s chin on his shoulder. He raises a brow, “Are you joining?”
Yixing nods, “I didn’t go for one yet. Plus, I bought new Radox-you could use some.”
Jongdae gives a small smile at how Yixing’s caring side has kicked into overdrive, and indulges him, because there’s no point in resisting his persistent boyfriend. Yixing soothes the Radox into his tense shoulders and back as the water beats down on them, and it’s just what he needs, feeling relaxed under Yixing’s fingers on his skin and his lips on his, gentle but firm.
Yixing lets him slump against the wall tiredly, kissing Jongdae softly with his face cupped between his hands. His arousal slowly builds up as Yixing keeps pressing him with attention, crowding him against the tiles with arms either side of his head as he fucks his tongue into Jongdae’s mouth unhurriedly, and he lets it grow for as long as he can before he pulls away to gasp for more.
Yixing smiles, pleased, and leads him out of the bathroom, continuing to kiss him as he towels off roughly, then pushing him down on their bed. He reaches down to open one of the draws in the base of the bed, retrieving a condom and lube and putting them aside as he nudges Jongdae’s legs open and goes back to merging their lips. Jongdae lets him, happy to card his fingers through Yixing’s damp hair and rut up against him lightly.
When it gets too much, Yixing sits up, hand easing down Jongdae’s side, before wrapping around his thigh. He turns his hand so his thumb is hooked under Jongdae’s knee, then pushes his leg up and to the side so he can kiss the inside of his thigh. “Let me open you up.”
Jongdae lets Yixing move him how he wants to, hands curled loosely beside his head, watching Yixing handle him with gentle authority. Yixing drizzles lube over his right hand and lubricates his fingers, before reaching down to Jongdae’s entrance and slowly pushing his index finger in.
“Okay, baby?” He asks, and Jongdae inwardly preens at the term of affection as he nods.
Yixing mouths wetly at the junction of his groin and leg as his finger pushes in further, before he twists his wrist and pushes up against his front wall. “Where are you,” Yixing murmurs to himself distractedly, breath warm on Jongdae’s skin, exploring with firm strokes of his finger, and then Jongdae feels him locate his prostate when a frisson of desire blooms up his spine.
“Ah, there,” Jongdae says, and Yixing keeps rubbing over the area as his middle finger prods gently at Jongdae’s entrance.
“Ready for another one?” Yixing asks, even as he slowly rotates his wrist to allow his second finger to screw in alongside the first. Yixing dips his head to mouth at Jongdae’s balls, licking one into his mouth as his fingers flex in and out. He releases Jongdae from between his lips and starts sucking kisses into the underside of Jongdae’s erection, and Jongdae moans softly in appreciation.
“Oh, Yixing,” he says, eyes slipping closed at the fleeting touches that are turning him on even more. “Yeah, that feels so good.”
“Good,” Yixing whispers, before scissoring his fingers, tonguing the crown of Jongdae’s cock to detract from any pain.
Jongdae tangles his hands in Yixing’s hair to give him something to do so he doesn’t feel completely useless as Yixing pleasures him. He groans as Yixing gradually swallows his erection, bobbing his head in time with his fingers until his nose is pressed against Jongdae’s pubic bone.
“Oh,” Jongdae utters softly, and then Yixing looks up at him, lips stretched around his member and eyes dark as he gives a slow, deliberate swallow around the girth.
Jongdae groans loudly as Yixing’s throat constricts around him, and he involuntarily clenches on Yixing’s fingers, making Yixing moan and send vibrations over his cock. Yixing’s eyes flutter shut and he draws in a shaky breath through his nose, hesitantly swallowing again as his tongue flicks shyly against Jongdae’s member. He slows his hand inside Jongdae and carefully inserts a third finger, lazily tonguing at Jongdae’s cock as he does it. Jongdae doesn’t know what to focus on, stretched tight around Yixing’s hand while Yixing laves at his erection.
“You look amazing like this,” Jongdae says, and he moans as Yixing’s eyes blink open at his words.
Yixing’s laugh hums over his erection, but his eyes close again and he sucks hard. Jongdae gasps at the increased suction, Yixing’s mouth feeling like a vacuum, like he wants to pull Jongdae’s soul out of him through his dick, and Jongdae lets him try because it’s so so so damn good. Yixing slides over Jongdae’s length noisily, his free hand holding Jongdae’s hips down as he bucks up into the wet heat of his mouth. He moves faster, cheeks hollowed around Jongdae’s cock as he fingerfucks him, and Jongdae guides his head with his hands mixed up in Yixing’s hair, voicing encouragement.
“Yixing-” Jongdae chokes out all too soon. “Wait-I’m gonna come, stop-”
Yixing doesn’t pull off like Jongdae expects him to, instead sucking even harder and groaning encouragingly as he pumps his fingers faster. Jongdae comes with a broken oh, fuck, and Yixing only smiles around his length, lips slowing as he swallows.
“Yixing, it’s too much,” Jongdae pushes at Yixing’s shoulders weakly when Yixing keeps sucking him off and fingering him, even though he’s going soft and it’s becoming too sensitive.
Yixing pulls off with a wet schflip but continues the steady thrusting of his fingers inside Jongdae. “You okay, Dae?” Jongdae all but whines at his continued movements, but Yixing shushes him with a kiss to his hipbone. “Shh, I’m not done with you yet.”
Jongdae gives a slightly hysterical laugh, almost embarrassed that he already. “We haven’t even started?” He says, already exhausted from work and the Radox shower, and now his orgasm.
“Exactly,” Yixing grins and kisses his hipbone again. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Jongdae bites his lip and smiles shyly. Yixing sits up and uses his free hand to push Jongdae’s right leg further into the mattress, before easing a fourth finger into him, thrusting shallowly to work past the resistance he meets. Jongdae groans, head falling back.
“I know, baby, I know,” Yixing soothes, gently spreading his fingers to stretch Jongdae open even more. “Does that feel good?”
Jongdae gives a bitten-off whimper, squirming under Yixing, who pushes his right leg down again to keep his legs spread. “Y-Yixing-” Jongdae stutters as Yixing curls his fingers and drags them across his prostate, and it’s too much but not enough at the same time, because he’s just orgasmed and yet Yixing insists on trying to make him come again. “Ah-”
“Just like that,” Yixing says, repeating the movement and smirking as Jongdae lets out a low whine. “You like that?”
“I-yes,” Jongdae kicks his right leg up and Yixing forces it back down.
“I’ll make you feel good,” Yixing says reassuringly, lowering his head to suck a hickey into Jongdae’s leg. His thrusts gradually start to gain power, fingers shoving into Jongdae with more force and Jongdae rolls his hips back onto them, a groan stuttering out of his chest.
“Are you actually going to fuck me, or do I only get your fingers?” Jongdae pants, feeling himself start to harden again.
Yixing laughs lowly, “You’ll get me, just wait.”
Jongdae growls and grinds down on Yixing’s fingers harder as he starts to become impatient. “I think you’ve stretched me enough, seriously.”
“Just a bit more,” Yixing blinks at him with faux innocence, voice calm, even as his hand speeds up, and Jongdae closes his eyes at the sensation of having four fingers fucking into him powerfully.
“Yixing,” he whines. “Yixing, please-”
He grasps Yixing’s left hand from where it’s holding his leg against the mattress and uses it to pull him closer, stretching up to kiss him. Jongdae sinks his fingers into Yixing’s hair and curls the fingers of his other hand around Yixing’s neck, keeping him close to taste the algal bitterness of his come still lying on Yixing’s tongue. Yixing breathes hotly in between kisses, unwilling to part further than necessary, and his free hand slides over Jongdae’s body, reverent yet possessive. He kisses Jongdae fervently, his relaxed, teasing façade cracking slightly as he slots their lips together over and over to the beat of his fingers moving against Jongdae’s prostate.
“Yixing-” Jongdae groans as his next orgasm suddenly nears its peak without warning. “Stop, I’m going to come again-”
Yixing laughs, but he stops his hand and eases his fingers out, sucking on Jongdae’s lower lip, and Jongdae is simultaneously disappointed at loss of his orgasm and pleased of the promise of Yixing’s dick filling him instead.
“Is this the part where you finally fuck me?” Jongdae murmurs, then devilishly blows on his neck.
Yixing laughs and jerks away from the attention, "Oh my god, Jongdae, no-ah!"
Jongdae retreats with a smug grin and Yixing tries to look at him sternly but fails.
"What am I going to do with you?" He smiles fondly, fingers slipping into Jongdae to further stretch his loosened entrance.
"Fuck me good," Jongdae says breathily, hands curling in the sheets as he grinds down impatiently.
"I can do that," Yixing chuckles. He sits up and Jongdae immediately misses his warmth, but then Yixing takes his cock using the hand that was just inside Jongdae, and Jongdae bites down on a moan at the sight of Yixing touching himself.
“Don't tease me,” Jongdae whines, frustrated.
Yixing bends down and bites the inside of his thigh, smirking. He sits back on his knees and lines himself up with one hand, breath tripping out in a faltered moan as he pushes in slowly.
“Ugh, fuck-” Yixing's voice falters, and he moved his hips forward in gentle thrusts. “Fuck, Jongdae.”
“That’s kind of the plan here,” Jongdae jokes, muscles fluttering around him.
Yixing bottoms out, hushing Jongdae’s quiet groans of pleasure by merging their lips hotly, tongue licking into Jongdae’s mouth. He circles his hips slowly, letting Jongdae get used to his size, asking, is this okay, and Jongdae is so full and stretched wide that he nods and both his hands grasp at Yixing’s ass, “Move, Yixing, please-”
Yixing moans and pulls out before pushing back in, and then his thrusts progressively build up in force as he fucks Jongdae long and hard. “Jongdae-Jongdae-fuck, you feel so good-fuck.”
Jongdae can only hold onto Yixing as the other moves inside him with such force, mouth open and head thrown back as Yixing’s length fucks into him. Their mouths meet in a messy kiss and Jongdae whines into Yixing’s mouth-Yixing, oh, yes-as Yixing slips words of encouragement in the spaces between the movements of their lips.
“That’s it, you’re so good for me, so good, so good-” Yixing wraps his hand around Jongdae’s member and pulls on it as he shoves into him, his grip firm and his pace demanding, and Jongdae can feel his next orgasm approaching rapidly.
“Ugh, I’m going to come again, fuck-don’t stop, don’t stop-fuckfuckfuck-” Jongdae babbles, but then Yixing suddenly slows and lets go of Jongdae’s cock, moving to cup his face instead and stroke along his cheekbone, “-Yixingwhatthefuck-”
“Shh,” Yixing eases his mouth over Jongdae’s and licks at Jongdae’s lips.
“Yixinggg,” Jongdae whinges, reaching down to touch himself, but Yixing bats his hand away. “Yixing, whyyy-”
“Patience, baby,” Yixing says, before slowly picking up his pace again, and Jongdae moans loudly. “It’ll be worth it.”
“Fuck, why did you have to do that, I was so close and you just stopped-” Jongdae says as Yixing’s cock slides against his prostate. “Wait, there, there, fuck, keep doing that, oh-”
“Like that?” Yixing huffs, pressing in deep and grinding his hips against Jongdae’s ass.
“Y-yeah-oh god-”
Yixing sits up with a growl-fuck, I just want to fuck you all day-and pulls Jongdae’s hips into his lap as he pounds into him. The new position gives more drive to his movements and Jongdae lets out a series of watery mewls. Yixing builds him up again as he makes filthy comments with each thrust-so tight, so tight around my cock, even as I fuck you open, Dae, Dae, shit, I want to be buried in you all the time, are you going to come for me again, sweetheart? Come on, baby, you were so close before-
Jongdae wraps his hand around his erection and strokes himself rapidly, a litany of Yixingyixingyixing falling from his lips, and he’s so close again, he can feel himself nearing the peak again-
Yixing accidentally slips out and both of them swear loudly, and Jongdae could cry from sexual frustration because it’s the second time he’s been brought to the edge and then denied.
“Ugh, fuck me,” Jongdae whinges as Yixing drives into him once again, still cursing.
“Fucking-fuck, sorry-ugh,” he grits out, hips moving angrily, cradling Jongdae’s legs in the crooks of his elbows. Yixing lets go of one of Jongdae’s legs to reach down and stroke him erratically instead, “Fuck’s sake.”
“I don't want a fucking apology, I just want to come," Jongdae plants his feet on the mattress to thrust against Yixing. "I swear to fuck, let me come, please, please, I just want to come-Yixing, please."
“Baby,” Yixing croons, the wet schluckschluckschluck of his hand moving on Jongdae’s erection sounding loud over the wet smack of their hips. “Baby, it’s okay, it’s okay-come on, come for me, baby, come on-”
Jongdae gasps as he comes, hips pushing up feebly as he rides out his orgasm, walls clenching, and Yixing utters a long, drawn-out moan as he comes shortly afterwards. Yixing lets his cock slip out again, come pulsing over Jongdae’s reddened hole, but he feeds it back into Jongdae at his request, “No, no, come back.”
“I’m here, I’m here.”
Jongdae sighs as Yixing fucks his come back into him firmly. "Just fill me up."
“You like that?” He smirks, hand messing with the puddle of Jongdae’s come on his stomach. He coats his fingers in Jongdae’s release, then wraps them around his softening cock and pulls as he fucks him. “Does that feel good?”
Jongdae whimpers at the feeling of it all being too much, “God, yeah.”
“Fuck, I just want to stuff you full of my come,” Yixing mutters, cock throbbing as it empties inside Jongdae. He pulls out after a few thrusts and swears adoringly at the way Jongdae’s puffy hole clenches at the loss of him. Yixing rubs the head of his erection over Jongdae’s entrance, you look so abused, before fucking in shallowly just to hear the wet slide of Jongdae around his length again.
“Baby,” Yixing breathes, pulling out and looking up at Jongdae with slight disbelief on his face. “Fuck, look at you.”
He lowers his head and noses at Jongdae’s balls, bypassing them as his hands push Jongdae’s thighs toward his chest and he exhales over Jongdae’s entrance instead.
“Xing?” Jongdae asks uncertainly, then moans when Yixing flattens his tongue over his hole and laps at him like a dog.
“Jongdae,” Yixing murmurs as he licks.
“Yeah?” Jongdae struggles to lift his head and see Yixing, but Yixing’s not looking at him, eyes closed as he mouths away at Jongdae like he’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
Yixing seals his lips over Jongdae and slurps noisily, sucking his come out of Jongdae and letting it spill from the corners of his mouth, and Jongdae whimpers at the sight. It’s so filthy to hear, never mind watch, as Yixing eats him out thoroughly, tongue wriggling into him, and Jongdae’s spent cock kicks pathetically from where it’s resting against his stomach. Yixing’s hands curl over Jongdae’s thighs possessively, and he opens his eyes to grin up at Jongdae.
“Is my baby getting turned on again?” He teases, breath hot against Jongdae’s skin.
“No,” Jongdae grumbles, despite the fact he can feel himself hardening. He’s not even sure if he can come again., and he’s too fatigued to even consider the idea. “Yixing, it’s too much, stop.”
Yixing hums with his tongue buried inside Jongdae, fingers petting the creases of Jongdae’s thighs. He fucks his tongue in and out a few times, before pulling out to lave the flat of his tongue over Jongdae’s hole. His eyes have slid shut again, drawing in fractured breaths as he licks Jongdae into a writhing mess, their moans mingling.
“Yixing,” Jongdae says feebly, his arousal building, despite his strong doubts. “Stop, I’m getting hard again-”
Yixing detaches his lips from Jongdae’s puffy rim and shit, he shouldn't look so innocent when he's just finished fucking Jongdae into next year and also had his tongue shoved up Jongdae's ass, but it's that damn dimple bracketing his smile.
"That’s the point," he grins, and Jongdae laughs incredulously.
“What-no, not again," Jongdae protests when Yixing returns to kissing his entrance. "I can’t, Yixing. Yixing,” Jongdae tries to lift Yixing away by his hair but is shaken off.
“You’ve got another one in you, baby,” Yixing looks up at him, turning his head to bite at Jongdae’s thigh. "And I am a patient man."
He kisses his way down to the curve of Jongdae’s knee, before switching to the other leg and making his way back up, lips pulling the skin into his mouth and sucking softly.
Jongdae whines at the attention, “Yixing, I already came twice-oh.”
Jongdae sighs as Yixing presses a hickey into his skin, pleased, and he’s so tired, totally wrung out from his earlier orgasms, but Yixing’s eating him out so tenderly that he thinks he really will come again just from the gentle touches and soft encouraging noises Yixing’s making.
“Touch yourself,” Yixing murmurs as he soothes his tongue over Jongdae’s hole.
Jongdae bites his lip and hesitantly takes himself in hand, carding his free hand into Yixing’s hair. “Yixing,” he moans softly, handling himself delicately to bypass the sensitivity.
“God, you drive me crazy,” Yixing says, then drags his tongue up under Jongdae’s balls and carefully wraps his lips around them.
Jongdae’s strokes gradually become stronger as he hardens fully, and Yixing makes a noise of approval, the vibration reverberating through his groin. Yixing reaches down to touch himself idly, still sucking lightly on Jongdae’s balls, then he lets them go with a quiet pop, sitting up to kiss his way along Jongdae’s abdomen.
“Baby?” He asks as he mouths along Jongdae’s ribs. “Will you let me fuck you again?”
Jongdae wants to protest, but then decides fuck it. “Yeah, fuck it, why the fuck not,” he says, reaching up to pull Yixing down into a kiss, but Yixing tries to duck away.
“Wait, no, I’ve just been eating you out-” he protests, but Jongdae tries to pull him down again, sitting up to kiss him instead when Yixing won’t come closer.
“I don’t care,” he says, then slides his tongue between Yixing’s lips, ignoring Yixing’s objections. “Yixing, for fuck’s sake, just kiss me, I don’t care what you taste like.”
“Sorry,” Yixing still apologises anyway, but Jongdae kisses him into silence.
Jongdae picks up both of their cocks and strokes them together, fingers trembling from how raw everything is, and how utterly fucked out he feels already, hands slippery with semen and lube and sweat.
“If it's too much, we'll stop,” Yixing says sincerely, hips moving sluggishly into the ring of Jongdae’s fingers, and he breaks their kiss to let his tongue slip over Jongdae’s cheek, sucking a light mark into the corner of his jaw.
"You know me," Jongdae laughs, reaching down to pull Yixing inside him once again. "I always love a challenge." He huffs out a contented sigh as Yixing’s length stretches him open once again. “You going to make me come again?”
“Are you going to give it to me?” Yixing answers his challenge, but his dimple is on display as he undulates his hips steadily, and Jongdae’s heart squeezes with affection.
“Come here,” he says, and Yixing lowers his chest to rest atop Jongdae’s, eyes soft and warm.
Jongdae kisses his dimple and rolls his hips as Yixing continues to lunge into him, before drawing Yixing close to feed quiet moans into his mouth, and Yixing scoops his arms under Jongdae’s shoulders to cradle his face with shaking hands and whispers of you’re so beautiful, Jongdae, so beautiful, I love you. Their coupling this time is mellow and gentle, the pleasure growing in waves, and Yixing thumbs the soft skin at the corner of Jongdae’s eyes, cheeks flushed, mouth open in a slackened smile.
Jongdae utters low sobs as Yixing punches the air out of him with each oscillation of his hips, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensations he’s being subjected to, and he can feel himself getting close to the edge, but it's also threatening to hurt-Yixing, Yixing, I can’t, it's too much-and Yixing shushes his fears with sloppy kisses and tender fingers to join Jongdae’s hand on his own cock.
It's okay, it's okay, you can do it, do it for me, just one more, baby, just one more, he whispers, and Jongdae nods weakly, eyes watering at the inundation of toomuchtoomuchtoomuch on his senses. He arches his back as he comes with a broken cry, aching with the blur of painpleasurepainpleasure, and Yixing’s cooing at him as he continues thrusting, you did it, baby, I knew you could do it.
Jongdae nods, completely wrung out but pleased. He sucks in a rattled breath and wills himself to find the energy to clench down on Yixing’s cock, whispering, “Xing, look at me.”
Yixing tears his eyes away from where their bodies are joined to Jongdae’s face, mouth open as he pants from exertion, breaths catching on his throat and making him emit soft, desperately high noises as he moves. “Baby?”
Jongdae holds his eyes in his and slips two shaky, come-slick fingers between his lips, and Yixing comes at the sight with a stifled groan, hips slowing as he rides out his high, before eventually coming to rest. Jongdae curves his arms over Yixing’s back, nuzzling into his neck, feeling sated and relaxed, his shitty morning forgotten and replaced with Yixing’s loving touches.
They lie there in a sweaty, hazy mess until Yixing taps Jongdae’s side to persuade him into a shower, Yixing peeling himself away as flakes of dried come fall onto the bedspread.
“Feeling better?” He asks as he leads Jongdae to the bathroom and pushes him under the warm spray, hands working into Jongdae’s muscles, and Jongdae has never felt more thankful for dating a physiotherapist.
“Yes,” he sighs in pleased exhaustion. “Thank you,” he whispers as he kisses Yixing sweetly, and Yixing just pulls him closer and hugs him, murmuring happy to help into his wet hair.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chen/Lay
Length: 4.2k
Summary: Jongdae has a terrible day at work, but Yixing is there to help wind him down.
Warnings: PWP, barebacking, creampie, dirty talk, felching, rimming, unprotected blowjob, overuse of the word ‘fuck’
Notes: This is just filth, I’m so sorry. Title from Typewriter Series #453 by Tyler Knott Greyson. Written for the 91daes fic fest.
Jongdae sighs heavily when he gets in from work, dumping his bag on the floor and flopping onto a barstool. Yixing’s in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal, and he looks up from his phone with a frown at Jongdae’s dejected appearance.
“Everything okay?”
Jongdae nods half-heartedly, “Yeah, just had a long day.” When Yixing looks at him disbelievingly, he slumps forward onto the bench. “Okay, I had a terrible day at work. Shit-fucking-terrible day.”
“How can I help?” Yixing asks, tipping the rest of his cereal into his mouth using the lip of the bowl and ignoring Jongdae’s disapproving look.
“Kill my co-worker?” Jongdae jokes glumly.
“I’m in the wrong line of work,” Yixing says wryly, trying to lighten the situation. When Jongdae’s scowl doesn’t lessen, he chucks his bowl in the sink and circles the bench to drape himself over Jongdae’s neck. “Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills. What happened?”
Jongdae buries his head in his arms, “I made a massive faux pas and forgot to submit this form, and then this guy yelled at me about it, even though nothing went wrong-he’s not even in charge of anything, but he kept saying he’d lose his job and it’s all because of me-and he shouldn’t lose his job, seriously, but he made such a big deal of it to me, and then he rang my superior and complained, and she was fine with everything and said it was okay, but it just set the day up so bad.”
Yixing kisses the back of his neck softly, “Well, that’s good that you’re not in trouble.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Yixing sighs in sympathy, “Hey. Do you want to go get dinner or something?”
“You just ate,” Jongdae protests.
“I can eat more,” Yixing shrugs, pulling back to massage Jongdae’s shoulders, and Jongdae almost moans at how good it feels when he finds a particularly stiff knot and firmly works it out. “Or do you want to go for a bath? Something other than wallowing, at least.”
“Might go for a shower,” Jongdae sighs.
“How about a shower, and then dinner?” Yixing suggests, voice hopeful, and Jongdae nods, knowing he’s only trying to help, and Jongdae’s being nothing but a moody storm cloud.
He’s just turned the water on when he hears Yixing enter the bathroom, then feels Yixing’s chin on his shoulder. He raises a brow, “Are you joining?”
Yixing nods, “I didn’t go for one yet. Plus, I bought new Radox-you could use some.”
Jongdae gives a small smile at how Yixing’s caring side has kicked into overdrive, and indulges him, because there’s no point in resisting his persistent boyfriend. Yixing soothes the Radox into his tense shoulders and back as the water beats down on them, and it’s just what he needs, feeling relaxed under Yixing’s fingers on his skin and his lips on his, gentle but firm.
Yixing lets him slump against the wall tiredly, kissing Jongdae softly with his face cupped between his hands. His arousal slowly builds up as Yixing keeps pressing him with attention, crowding him against the tiles with arms either side of his head as he fucks his tongue into Jongdae’s mouth unhurriedly, and he lets it grow for as long as he can before he pulls away to gasp for more.
Yixing smiles, pleased, and leads him out of the bathroom, continuing to kiss him as he towels off roughly, then pushing him down on their bed. He reaches down to open one of the draws in the base of the bed, retrieving a condom and lube and putting them aside as he nudges Jongdae’s legs open and goes back to merging their lips. Jongdae lets him, happy to card his fingers through Yixing’s damp hair and rut up against him lightly.
When it gets too much, Yixing sits up, hand easing down Jongdae’s side, before wrapping around his thigh. He turns his hand so his thumb is hooked under Jongdae’s knee, then pushes his leg up and to the side so he can kiss the inside of his thigh. “Let me open you up.”
Jongdae lets Yixing move him how he wants to, hands curled loosely beside his head, watching Yixing handle him with gentle authority. Yixing drizzles lube over his right hand and lubricates his fingers, before reaching down to Jongdae’s entrance and slowly pushing his index finger in.
“Okay, baby?” He asks, and Jongdae inwardly preens at the term of affection as he nods.
Yixing mouths wetly at the junction of his groin and leg as his finger pushes in further, before he twists his wrist and pushes up against his front wall. “Where are you,” Yixing murmurs to himself distractedly, breath warm on Jongdae’s skin, exploring with firm strokes of his finger, and then Jongdae feels him locate his prostate when a frisson of desire blooms up his spine.
“Ah, there,” Jongdae says, and Yixing keeps rubbing over the area as his middle finger prods gently at Jongdae’s entrance.
“Ready for another one?” Yixing asks, even as he slowly rotates his wrist to allow his second finger to screw in alongside the first. Yixing dips his head to mouth at Jongdae’s balls, licking one into his mouth as his fingers flex in and out. He releases Jongdae from between his lips and starts sucking kisses into the underside of Jongdae’s erection, and Jongdae moans softly in appreciation.
“Oh, Yixing,” he says, eyes slipping closed at the fleeting touches that are turning him on even more. “Yeah, that feels so good.”
“Good,” Yixing whispers, before scissoring his fingers, tonguing the crown of Jongdae’s cock to detract from any pain.
Jongdae tangles his hands in Yixing’s hair to give him something to do so he doesn’t feel completely useless as Yixing pleasures him. He groans as Yixing gradually swallows his erection, bobbing his head in time with his fingers until his nose is pressed against Jongdae’s pubic bone.
“Oh,” Jongdae utters softly, and then Yixing looks up at him, lips stretched around his member and eyes dark as he gives a slow, deliberate swallow around the girth.
Jongdae groans loudly as Yixing’s throat constricts around him, and he involuntarily clenches on Yixing’s fingers, making Yixing moan and send vibrations over his cock. Yixing’s eyes flutter shut and he draws in a shaky breath through his nose, hesitantly swallowing again as his tongue flicks shyly against Jongdae’s member. He slows his hand inside Jongdae and carefully inserts a third finger, lazily tonguing at Jongdae’s cock as he does it. Jongdae doesn’t know what to focus on, stretched tight around Yixing’s hand while Yixing laves at his erection.
“You look amazing like this,” Jongdae says, and he moans as Yixing’s eyes blink open at his words.
Yixing’s laugh hums over his erection, but his eyes close again and he sucks hard. Jongdae gasps at the increased suction, Yixing’s mouth feeling like a vacuum, like he wants to pull Jongdae’s soul out of him through his dick, and Jongdae lets him try because it’s so so so damn good. Yixing slides over Jongdae’s length noisily, his free hand holding Jongdae’s hips down as he bucks up into the wet heat of his mouth. He moves faster, cheeks hollowed around Jongdae’s cock as he fingerfucks him, and Jongdae guides his head with his hands mixed up in Yixing’s hair, voicing encouragement.
“Yixing-” Jongdae chokes out all too soon. “Wait-I’m gonna come, stop-”
Yixing doesn’t pull off like Jongdae expects him to, instead sucking even harder and groaning encouragingly as he pumps his fingers faster. Jongdae comes with a broken oh, fuck, and Yixing only smiles around his length, lips slowing as he swallows.
“Yixing, it’s too much,” Jongdae pushes at Yixing’s shoulders weakly when Yixing keeps sucking him off and fingering him, even though he’s going soft and it’s becoming too sensitive.
Yixing pulls off with a wet schflip but continues the steady thrusting of his fingers inside Jongdae. “You okay, Dae?” Jongdae all but whines at his continued movements, but Yixing shushes him with a kiss to his hipbone. “Shh, I’m not done with you yet.”
Jongdae gives a slightly hysterical laugh, almost embarrassed that he already. “We haven’t even started?” He says, already exhausted from work and the Radox shower, and now his orgasm.
“Exactly,” Yixing grins and kisses his hipbone again. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Jongdae bites his lip and smiles shyly. Yixing sits up and uses his free hand to push Jongdae’s right leg further into the mattress, before easing a fourth finger into him, thrusting shallowly to work past the resistance he meets. Jongdae groans, head falling back.
“I know, baby, I know,” Yixing soothes, gently spreading his fingers to stretch Jongdae open even more. “Does that feel good?”
Jongdae gives a bitten-off whimper, squirming under Yixing, who pushes his right leg down again to keep his legs spread. “Y-Yixing-” Jongdae stutters as Yixing curls his fingers and drags them across his prostate, and it’s too much but not enough at the same time, because he’s just orgasmed and yet Yixing insists on trying to make him come again. “Ah-”
“Just like that,” Yixing says, repeating the movement and smirking as Jongdae lets out a low whine. “You like that?”
“I-yes,” Jongdae kicks his right leg up and Yixing forces it back down.
“I’ll make you feel good,” Yixing says reassuringly, lowering his head to suck a hickey into Jongdae’s leg. His thrusts gradually start to gain power, fingers shoving into Jongdae with more force and Jongdae rolls his hips back onto them, a groan stuttering out of his chest.
“Are you actually going to fuck me, or do I only get your fingers?” Jongdae pants, feeling himself start to harden again.
Yixing laughs lowly, “You’ll get me, just wait.”
Jongdae growls and grinds down on Yixing’s fingers harder as he starts to become impatient. “I think you’ve stretched me enough, seriously.”
“Just a bit more,” Yixing blinks at him with faux innocence, voice calm, even as his hand speeds up, and Jongdae closes his eyes at the sensation of having four fingers fucking into him powerfully.
“Yixing,” he whines. “Yixing, please-”
He grasps Yixing’s left hand from where it’s holding his leg against the mattress and uses it to pull him closer, stretching up to kiss him. Jongdae sinks his fingers into Yixing’s hair and curls the fingers of his other hand around Yixing’s neck, keeping him close to taste the algal bitterness of his come still lying on Yixing’s tongue. Yixing breathes hotly in between kisses, unwilling to part further than necessary, and his free hand slides over Jongdae’s body, reverent yet possessive. He kisses Jongdae fervently, his relaxed, teasing façade cracking slightly as he slots their lips together over and over to the beat of his fingers moving against Jongdae’s prostate.
“Yixing-” Jongdae groans as his next orgasm suddenly nears its peak without warning. “Stop, I’m going to come again-”
Yixing laughs, but he stops his hand and eases his fingers out, sucking on Jongdae’s lower lip, and Jongdae is simultaneously disappointed at loss of his orgasm and pleased of the promise of Yixing’s dick filling him instead.
“Is this the part where you finally fuck me?” Jongdae murmurs, then devilishly blows on his neck.
Yixing laughs and jerks away from the attention, "Oh my god, Jongdae, no-ah!"
Jongdae retreats with a smug grin and Yixing tries to look at him sternly but fails.
"What am I going to do with you?" He smiles fondly, fingers slipping into Jongdae to further stretch his loosened entrance.
"Fuck me good," Jongdae says breathily, hands curling in the sheets as he grinds down impatiently.
"I can do that," Yixing chuckles. He sits up and Jongdae immediately misses his warmth, but then Yixing takes his cock using the hand that was just inside Jongdae, and Jongdae bites down on a moan at the sight of Yixing touching himself.
“Don't tease me,” Jongdae whines, frustrated.
Yixing bends down and bites the inside of his thigh, smirking. He sits back on his knees and lines himself up with one hand, breath tripping out in a faltered moan as he pushes in slowly.
“Ugh, fuck-” Yixing's voice falters, and he moved his hips forward in gentle thrusts. “Fuck, Jongdae.”
“That’s kind of the plan here,” Jongdae jokes, muscles fluttering around him.
Yixing bottoms out, hushing Jongdae’s quiet groans of pleasure by merging their lips hotly, tongue licking into Jongdae’s mouth. He circles his hips slowly, letting Jongdae get used to his size, asking, is this okay, and Jongdae is so full and stretched wide that he nods and both his hands grasp at Yixing’s ass, “Move, Yixing, please-”
Yixing moans and pulls out before pushing back in, and then his thrusts progressively build up in force as he fucks Jongdae long and hard. “Jongdae-Jongdae-fuck, you feel so good-fuck.”
Jongdae can only hold onto Yixing as the other moves inside him with such force, mouth open and head thrown back as Yixing’s length fucks into him. Their mouths meet in a messy kiss and Jongdae whines into Yixing’s mouth-Yixing, oh, yes-as Yixing slips words of encouragement in the spaces between the movements of their lips.
“That’s it, you’re so good for me, so good, so good-” Yixing wraps his hand around Jongdae’s member and pulls on it as he shoves into him, his grip firm and his pace demanding, and Jongdae can feel his next orgasm approaching rapidly.
“Ugh, I’m going to come again, fuck-don’t stop, don’t stop-fuckfuckfuck-” Jongdae babbles, but then Yixing suddenly slows and lets go of Jongdae’s cock, moving to cup his face instead and stroke along his cheekbone, “-Yixingwhatthefuck-”
“Shh,” Yixing eases his mouth over Jongdae’s and licks at Jongdae’s lips.
“Yixinggg,” Jongdae whinges, reaching down to touch himself, but Yixing bats his hand away. “Yixing, whyyy-”
“Patience, baby,” Yixing says, before slowly picking up his pace again, and Jongdae moans loudly. “It’ll be worth it.”
“Fuck, why did you have to do that, I was so close and you just stopped-” Jongdae says as Yixing’s cock slides against his prostate. “Wait, there, there, fuck, keep doing that, oh-”
“Like that?” Yixing huffs, pressing in deep and grinding his hips against Jongdae’s ass.
“Y-yeah-oh god-”
Yixing sits up with a growl-fuck, I just want to fuck you all day-and pulls Jongdae’s hips into his lap as he pounds into him. The new position gives more drive to his movements and Jongdae lets out a series of watery mewls. Yixing builds him up again as he makes filthy comments with each thrust-so tight, so tight around my cock, even as I fuck you open, Dae, Dae, shit, I want to be buried in you all the time, are you going to come for me again, sweetheart? Come on, baby, you were so close before-
Jongdae wraps his hand around his erection and strokes himself rapidly, a litany of Yixingyixingyixing falling from his lips, and he’s so close again, he can feel himself nearing the peak again-
Yixing accidentally slips out and both of them swear loudly, and Jongdae could cry from sexual frustration because it’s the second time he’s been brought to the edge and then denied.
“Ugh, fuck me,” Jongdae whinges as Yixing drives into him once again, still cursing.
“Fucking-fuck, sorry-ugh,” he grits out, hips moving angrily, cradling Jongdae’s legs in the crooks of his elbows. Yixing lets go of one of Jongdae’s legs to reach down and stroke him erratically instead, “Fuck’s sake.”
“I don't want a fucking apology, I just want to come," Jongdae plants his feet on the mattress to thrust against Yixing. "I swear to fuck, let me come, please, please, I just want to come-Yixing, please."
“Baby,” Yixing croons, the wet schluckschluckschluck of his hand moving on Jongdae’s erection sounding loud over the wet smack of their hips. “Baby, it’s okay, it’s okay-come on, come for me, baby, come on-”
Jongdae gasps as he comes, hips pushing up feebly as he rides out his orgasm, walls clenching, and Yixing utters a long, drawn-out moan as he comes shortly afterwards. Yixing lets his cock slip out again, come pulsing over Jongdae’s reddened hole, but he feeds it back into Jongdae at his request, “No, no, come back.”
“I’m here, I’m here.”
Jongdae sighs as Yixing fucks his come back into him firmly. "Just fill me up."
“You like that?” He smirks, hand messing with the puddle of Jongdae’s come on his stomach. He coats his fingers in Jongdae’s release, then wraps them around his softening cock and pulls as he fucks him. “Does that feel good?”
Jongdae whimpers at the feeling of it all being too much, “God, yeah.”
“Fuck, I just want to stuff you full of my come,” Yixing mutters, cock throbbing as it empties inside Jongdae. He pulls out after a few thrusts and swears adoringly at the way Jongdae’s puffy hole clenches at the loss of him. Yixing rubs the head of his erection over Jongdae’s entrance, you look so abused, before fucking in shallowly just to hear the wet slide of Jongdae around his length again.
“Baby,” Yixing breathes, pulling out and looking up at Jongdae with slight disbelief on his face. “Fuck, look at you.”
He lowers his head and noses at Jongdae’s balls, bypassing them as his hands push Jongdae’s thighs toward his chest and he exhales over Jongdae’s entrance instead.
“Xing?” Jongdae asks uncertainly, then moans when Yixing flattens his tongue over his hole and laps at him like a dog.
“Jongdae,” Yixing murmurs as he licks.
“Yeah?” Jongdae struggles to lift his head and see Yixing, but Yixing’s not looking at him, eyes closed as he mouths away at Jongdae like he’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
Yixing seals his lips over Jongdae and slurps noisily, sucking his come out of Jongdae and letting it spill from the corners of his mouth, and Jongdae whimpers at the sight. It’s so filthy to hear, never mind watch, as Yixing eats him out thoroughly, tongue wriggling into him, and Jongdae’s spent cock kicks pathetically from where it’s resting against his stomach. Yixing’s hands curl over Jongdae’s thighs possessively, and he opens his eyes to grin up at Jongdae.
“Is my baby getting turned on again?” He teases, breath hot against Jongdae’s skin.
“No,” Jongdae grumbles, despite the fact he can feel himself hardening. He’s not even sure if he can come again., and he’s too fatigued to even consider the idea. “Yixing, it’s too much, stop.”
Yixing hums with his tongue buried inside Jongdae, fingers petting the creases of Jongdae’s thighs. He fucks his tongue in and out a few times, before pulling out to lave the flat of his tongue over Jongdae’s hole. His eyes have slid shut again, drawing in fractured breaths as he licks Jongdae into a writhing mess, their moans mingling.
“Yixing,” Jongdae says feebly, his arousal building, despite his strong doubts. “Stop, I’m getting hard again-”
Yixing detaches his lips from Jongdae’s puffy rim and shit, he shouldn't look so innocent when he's just finished fucking Jongdae into next year and also had his tongue shoved up Jongdae's ass, but it's that damn dimple bracketing his smile.
"That’s the point," he grins, and Jongdae laughs incredulously.
“What-no, not again," Jongdae protests when Yixing returns to kissing his entrance. "I can’t, Yixing. Yixing,” Jongdae tries to lift Yixing away by his hair but is shaken off.
“You’ve got another one in you, baby,” Yixing looks up at him, turning his head to bite at Jongdae’s thigh. "And I am a patient man."
He kisses his way down to the curve of Jongdae’s knee, before switching to the other leg and making his way back up, lips pulling the skin into his mouth and sucking softly.
Jongdae whines at the attention, “Yixing, I already came twice-oh.”
Jongdae sighs as Yixing presses a hickey into his skin, pleased, and he’s so tired, totally wrung out from his earlier orgasms, but Yixing’s eating him out so tenderly that he thinks he really will come again just from the gentle touches and soft encouraging noises Yixing’s making.
“Touch yourself,” Yixing murmurs as he soothes his tongue over Jongdae’s hole.
Jongdae bites his lip and hesitantly takes himself in hand, carding his free hand into Yixing’s hair. “Yixing,” he moans softly, handling himself delicately to bypass the sensitivity.
“God, you drive me crazy,” Yixing says, then drags his tongue up under Jongdae’s balls and carefully wraps his lips around them.
Jongdae’s strokes gradually become stronger as he hardens fully, and Yixing makes a noise of approval, the vibration reverberating through his groin. Yixing reaches down to touch himself idly, still sucking lightly on Jongdae’s balls, then he lets them go with a quiet pop, sitting up to kiss his way along Jongdae’s abdomen.
“Baby?” He asks as he mouths along Jongdae’s ribs. “Will you let me fuck you again?”
Jongdae wants to protest, but then decides fuck it. “Yeah, fuck it, why the fuck not,” he says, reaching up to pull Yixing down into a kiss, but Yixing tries to duck away.
“Wait, no, I’ve just been eating you out-” he protests, but Jongdae tries to pull him down again, sitting up to kiss him instead when Yixing won’t come closer.
“I don’t care,” he says, then slides his tongue between Yixing’s lips, ignoring Yixing’s objections. “Yixing, for fuck’s sake, just kiss me, I don’t care what you taste like.”
“Sorry,” Yixing still apologises anyway, but Jongdae kisses him into silence.
Jongdae picks up both of their cocks and strokes them together, fingers trembling from how raw everything is, and how utterly fucked out he feels already, hands slippery with semen and lube and sweat.
“If it's too much, we'll stop,” Yixing says sincerely, hips moving sluggishly into the ring of Jongdae’s fingers, and he breaks their kiss to let his tongue slip over Jongdae’s cheek, sucking a light mark into the corner of his jaw.
"You know me," Jongdae laughs, reaching down to pull Yixing inside him once again. "I always love a challenge." He huffs out a contented sigh as Yixing’s length stretches him open once again. “You going to make me come again?”
“Are you going to give it to me?” Yixing answers his challenge, but his dimple is on display as he undulates his hips steadily, and Jongdae’s heart squeezes with affection.
“Come here,” he says, and Yixing lowers his chest to rest atop Jongdae’s, eyes soft and warm.
Jongdae kisses his dimple and rolls his hips as Yixing continues to lunge into him, before drawing Yixing close to feed quiet moans into his mouth, and Yixing scoops his arms under Jongdae’s shoulders to cradle his face with shaking hands and whispers of you’re so beautiful, Jongdae, so beautiful, I love you. Their coupling this time is mellow and gentle, the pleasure growing in waves, and Yixing thumbs the soft skin at the corner of Jongdae’s eyes, cheeks flushed, mouth open in a slackened smile.
Jongdae utters low sobs as Yixing punches the air out of him with each oscillation of his hips, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensations he’s being subjected to, and he can feel himself getting close to the edge, but it's also threatening to hurt-Yixing, Yixing, I can’t, it's too much-and Yixing shushes his fears with sloppy kisses and tender fingers to join Jongdae’s hand on his own cock.
It's okay, it's okay, you can do it, do it for me, just one more, baby, just one more, he whispers, and Jongdae nods weakly, eyes watering at the inundation of toomuchtoomuchtoomuch on his senses. He arches his back as he comes with a broken cry, aching with the blur of painpleasurepainpleasure, and Yixing’s cooing at him as he continues thrusting, you did it, baby, I knew you could do it.
Jongdae nods, completely wrung out but pleased. He sucks in a rattled breath and wills himself to find the energy to clench down on Yixing’s cock, whispering, “Xing, look at me.”
Yixing tears his eyes away from where their bodies are joined to Jongdae’s face, mouth open as he pants from exertion, breaths catching on his throat and making him emit soft, desperately high noises as he moves. “Baby?”
Jongdae holds his eyes in his and slips two shaky, come-slick fingers between his lips, and Yixing comes at the sight with a stifled groan, hips slowing as he rides out his high, before eventually coming to rest. Jongdae curves his arms over Yixing’s back, nuzzling into his neck, feeling sated and relaxed, his shitty morning forgotten and replaced with Yixing’s loving touches.
They lie there in a sweaty, hazy mess until Yixing taps Jongdae’s side to persuade him into a shower, Yixing peeling himself away as flakes of dried come fall onto the bedspread.
“Feeling better?” He asks as he leads Jongdae to the bathroom and pushes him under the warm spray, hands working into Jongdae’s muscles, and Jongdae has never felt more thankful for dating a physiotherapist.
“Yes,” he sighs in pleased exhaustion. “Thank you,” he whispers as he kisses Yixing sweetly, and Yixing just pulls him closer and hugs him, murmuring happy to help into his wet hair.