Warming Up
Title: Warming Up
Author: unblurthefuture
Pairing: Suho/Lay
Rating: NC-17
Length: drabble; 670+
Summary: Yixing was in the middle of practicing piano when he remembered something that lightened up his morning.
A/N: Also posted @ AFF; inspired by Ceci photoshoot behind the scenes vid @ 0:53
Yixing practiced piano daily for at least thirty minutes after every breakfasts. At first, practicing was a pain that he even got frustrated. But his skills grew as time passed by. He became better and playing piano became pure enjoyment on his leisure time. It was best for him to warm up at the beginning of every practice session with a relaxing finger exercise. In that way, it would stretch his fingers and hands and help him play with his hands relaxed. After he exercised his fingers, he was able to see his finger bones move, letting his hand just hang and his fingers only moved.
Warm up. Practice the chords, scales, and other basic things at the beginning of his practice sessions. His fingers would be warmed up and ready for all the songs.
Wanting to improve his technique by learning in segments, he would practice each hand separately. Break the music into segments and learn the right hand part. Learn segment by segment, and then connect them together. Yixing played through the entire piece. If he made a mistake, he would try to pick up from the beginning of that measure. He played at normal speed until he secured every note in his fingers.
Suddenly, he made a mistake.
Patience. He had no patience, Yixing's face always looks calm and gentle, but sometimes he wasn't patient. Not at all. At this rate, he wasn't able to get through the entire piece flawlessly. He always tried not to repeat his mistakes. But practicing it the wrong way many times over had cemented the mistake into his head. When this happens he would remember what Joonmyeon told him once to do.
"Aim for knowing every note you play," Joonmyeon once said.
Lightened up, Yixing kept his fingers at a natural curve. It gave him more power in his finger strokes. But still, he could not still get the right note.
He needed power in his finger strokes.
Strokes.
With that word, he recalled what happened last night, before he slept on Joonmyeon's bed.
Last night, he didn't make any mistake. He never lost his hand's speed. He never wanted to let Joonmyeon down. His fingers maintained a consistent speed throughout the night when his hand was around Joonmyeon's manhood. Tightly, he gripped it while moving his hand up and down. He squeezed the cock harder at the bottom, earning a soft moan from Joonmyeon. He free his other hand and traced the inside of Joonmyeon's leg, while the other hand continued to stroke Joonmyeon's cock, tainting it. Gently he took the erection in the heel of his palm with the tips of his finger facing up. He rotated his grip and cupped his hand, placed it over the head of Joonmyeon's hard on. It made it hit his palm when he trusted up, which created the tightest sensation of squeezing.
Same as Joonmeyon, Yixing felt sweat falling from his temple as he tried to go quickly, slowing down. Repeating that motion was great that Joonmyeon demanded him to go faster. But Yixing was such a tease. He stoped every once in a while and rub his leg around Joonmyeon's cock. These little pauses would last and Joonmyeon got more pleasure out of it.
Joonmyeon came. His face was priceless.
On the other hand, Yixing's hand were wet and shaking. "How...how was it?" Doubt could be seen on Yixing's face.
Shadows drifted through Joonmyeon's vision as he tried to open his eyes after bursting out his substance. Then he looked straight at Yixing's eyes. He saw fear from it. "It was great," he whispered in an assurance tune, showing Yixing that there was nothing to fear.
Smiling, Yixing felt proud of himself. It was his first time to do it. Because most of the time, his lover was the dominant one.
Yixing stared at the note sheets in front of the piano. His eyes slowly moved to his own hands. That must be the reason why his fingers were kind of stiff now. Not that he was complaining though.
He wondered what time Joonmyeon would wake up, thinking if he could possibly practice again.
Author: unblurthefuture
Pairing: Suho/Lay
Rating: NC-17
Length: drabble; 670+
Summary: Yixing was in the middle of practicing piano when he remembered something that lightened up his morning.
A/N: Also posted @ AFF; inspired by Ceci photoshoot behind the scenes vid @ 0:53
Yixing practiced piano daily for at least thirty minutes after every breakfasts. At first, practicing was a pain that he even got frustrated. But his skills grew as time passed by. He became better and playing piano became pure enjoyment on his leisure time. It was best for him to warm up at the beginning of every practice session with a relaxing finger exercise. In that way, it would stretch his fingers and hands and help him play with his hands relaxed. After he exercised his fingers, he was able to see his finger bones move, letting his hand just hang and his fingers only moved.
Warm up. Practice the chords, scales, and other basic things at the beginning of his practice sessions. His fingers would be warmed up and ready for all the songs.
Wanting to improve his technique by learning in segments, he would practice each hand separately. Break the music into segments and learn the right hand part. Learn segment by segment, and then connect them together. Yixing played through the entire piece. If he made a mistake, he would try to pick up from the beginning of that measure. He played at normal speed until he secured every note in his fingers.
Suddenly, he made a mistake.
Patience. He had no patience, Yixing's face always looks calm and gentle, but sometimes he wasn't patient. Not at all. At this rate, he wasn't able to get through the entire piece flawlessly. He always tried not to repeat his mistakes. But practicing it the wrong way many times over had cemented the mistake into his head. When this happens he would remember what Joonmyeon told him once to do.
"Aim for knowing every note you play," Joonmyeon once said.
Lightened up, Yixing kept his fingers at a natural curve. It gave him more power in his finger strokes. But still, he could not still get the right note.
He needed power in his finger strokes.
Strokes.
With that word, he recalled what happened last night, before he slept on Joonmyeon's bed.
Last night, he didn't make any mistake. He never lost his hand's speed. He never wanted to let Joonmyeon down. His fingers maintained a consistent speed throughout the night when his hand was around Joonmyeon's manhood. Tightly, he gripped it while moving his hand up and down. He squeezed the cock harder at the bottom, earning a soft moan from Joonmyeon. He free his other hand and traced the inside of Joonmyeon's leg, while the other hand continued to stroke Joonmyeon's cock, tainting it. Gently he took the erection in the heel of his palm with the tips of his finger facing up. He rotated his grip and cupped his hand, placed it over the head of Joonmyeon's hard on. It made it hit his palm when he trusted up, which created the tightest sensation of squeezing.
Same as Joonmeyon, Yixing felt sweat falling from his temple as he tried to go quickly, slowing down. Repeating that motion was great that Joonmyeon demanded him to go faster. But Yixing was such a tease. He stoped every once in a while and rub his leg around Joonmyeon's cock. These little pauses would last and Joonmyeon got more pleasure out of it.
Joonmyeon came. His face was priceless.
On the other hand, Yixing's hand were wet and shaking. "How...how was it?" Doubt could be seen on Yixing's face.
Shadows drifted through Joonmyeon's vision as he tried to open his eyes after bursting out his substance. Then he looked straight at Yixing's eyes. He saw fear from it. "It was great," he whispered in an assurance tune, showing Yixing that there was nothing to fear.
Smiling, Yixing felt proud of himself. It was his first time to do it. Because most of the time, his lover was the dominant one.
Yixing stared at the note sheets in front of the piano. His eyes slowly moved to his own hands. That must be the reason why his fingers were kind of stiff now. Not that he was complaining though.
He wondered what time Joonmyeon would wake up, thinking if he could possibly practice again.