Two EPM Fills
We Can Work It Out
Kris/Suho
nc-17
1800 words
Written for this prompt at exopromptmeme.
We Can Work It Out
On a Saturday morning in May, Kim Junmyeon opens the door to the mechanic’s shop a few blocks from where he lives, bell jingling over his head as he does. The man sitting at the front desk of the small room raises his head when Junmeyon enters. Park Chanyeol is stamped across his name tag, Junmyeon notes, as he approaches him.
“How can I help you?
“The check engine light on my car is flashing, and I’m not sure why. It does seem that a full tank of gas hasn’t been lasting as long as usual for the past month or so, but I’m not sure if I’m just imagining that. The check engine light is definitely flashing now though.”
The man nods. “Can you give me the make and year of your car?”
“It’s a 2008 Hyundai Sonata,” he responds. The man writes the information down, then asks for Junmyeon’s license and insurance information, which he supplies.
“Do you have an hour or so to wait here for a preliminary diagnosis of the problem? We’re not too busy today so one of our mechanics should be able to look at it immediately.”
“That sounds great.”
“OK. I’ll be back shortly, please have a seat.”
Chanyeol turns and opens a door behind the desk, which Junmyeon gets a peek behind. It appears to lead to the garage, where the walls are dark and concrete and he can hear the sudden noise of voices yelling and tools working. The door shuts and the office gets quiet again. The soundproofing, Junmyeon thinks, is quite impressive.
Five minutes later Chanyeol returns, a tall, short-haired man behind him. They step around the reception desk and Junmyeon rises from the seat he’s taken to meet them.
“Mr. Kim, this is Kris. He’ll be checking out your car today, and probably working more extensively on it later if there’s anything that needs to fixed.”
Kris extends a hand (surprisingly clean, Junmyeon notes) and smiles. Junmyeon shakes it and introduces himself.
“Can you take me to your car?” Kris asks as Chanyeol recedes back behind the desk.
“Sure.”
They head outside. The Sonata is one of only 3 in the lot. Junmyeon points it out to Kris and begins explaining the issue to him. Kris nods along as he does, head tilted in such a way that his eyes seem to shine a bit. Junmyeon loses track of his sentence when he notices that, sputtering then restarting as Kris offers an apologetic smile that veers a little close to a smirk, as if he knows just how attractive he is.
“Sometimes that light will turn on accidentally, for reasons relating to the wiring of the warning lights, but it’s usually on account of an actual engine problem. If your gas has been less efficient lately, it’s probably an issue with clogging or something along those lines in one of the pipes, which should be easy to fix. You haven’t noticed any difficulties in driving or anything, have you? Nothing seeming to get too hot, work more slowly than usual?”
Junmyeon shakes his head. “Nope, everything’s been pretty normal, except the gas consumption.”
“Alright. How about I take it round back and take a look at it? It should only take an hour.”
How about you take me round back and have more than a look? Junmyeon’s brain supplies instead of a normal response. He pushes that thought to the back of his head and hopes he’s not blushing noticeably.
“Uh, sure,” he manages to stammer out, at this point more embarrassed by himself than distracted by Kris.
“May I have your keys then?”
“Sure, sure.” He shoves a hand in his pocket and grabs them, then hands them to Kris. Kris takes them, long fingers wrapping around the keyring, and Junmyeon tries his best not to think about them wrapping around any parts of his body.
An hour and a half later Kris comes back inside the office, wiping his hands on a grease-stained towel, jumpsuit unbuttoned to the waist, revealing a thin white tank. Junmyeon looks up from the inane celebrity magazine he’s reading and stands up. The phone rings behind the desk, and Chanyeol picks up.
“So,” Kris says, coming over to where Junmyeon stands, “it should be all set. Turns out it was just some clogging in the pipes, but it should be clean and fixed now. Let us know if you have any more problems.”
“Thank you so much.”
“No problem. I pulled your car back round the front. Here are your keys.”
Junmyeon takes the keys as they’re handed to him and Kris walks off after wishing him a nice day. Junmyeon watches him go, shoulders broad, nape of his neck glistening with sweat. The door shuts behind him and Junmyeon looks back over to Chanyeol, who’s not on the phone anymore but has a sort of grin on his face that Junmyeon thinks means he’s being painfully obvious.
A week and half and way too many fantasies of getting fucked against the hood of a car by a freakishly tall dude in a denim jumpsuit later, Junmyeon goes back to the mechanic’s. Normally he gets his oil changed at the dealer’s, he explains to Chanyeol, but he liked the service so much last time he’s decided to come back here. He doesn’t see who works on his car this time, since there’s no need for a routine change to be a personal encounter. He does manage to catch a glimpse of Kris when he’s on his way out, and he does notice him and offer a wave and a smile, but doesn’t bother coming over to talk to him. It doesn’t surprise Junmyeon, but he feels a bit disheartened as he drives back.
Over the course of the next several months, he manages to bring his car in four more times for various problems he’s not entirely sure exist. At the end of the fourth one, Kris calls him back into the garage instead of going to meet him in the front of the shop.
“So,” he says, staring at Junmyeon. It’s August and his jumpsuit is liberally unbuttoned, but there’s no tank underneath, just his bare, slightly sweaty chest.
“So?”
“You keep coming in for problems I think you know aren’t really problems. Is there a reason for this? I mean I’m not going to complain because more business is always good, but...” Kris trails off and Junmyeon looks down at the ground. His shoes are very shiny in the fluorescent light of the garage. Kris is wearing a pair of grease-stained sneakers that probably used to be white, but are now sort of grey in color.
“Mr. Kim.”
“You can call me Junmyeon,” he says without thinking, looking up to see Kris biting his lip.
“Junmyeon, fine. Why do you keep coming in when there’s nothing wrong with your car?”
“Well, uh, I just like to, uh, be sure that there’s, uh, not actually a problem, uh, you know?”
Kris laughs. It’s not the reaction Junmyeon expects, but he figures it’s better than being told outright that he’s a paranoid idiot.
“You’re so obvious,” Kris says, taking a step forward and leaning down to kiss Junmyeon. Junmyeon responds immediately, pressing his body into Kris’s and moving his lips in time, mouth opening to let Kris’s tongue slip in.
“Let’s take this somewhere a bit more... private,” Kris says after a minute, wrapping his fingers around Junmyeon’s wrist and pulling him to one end of the garage.
They exit through a door into the back of the parking lot. Kris pulls Junmyeon toward the red pick-up that’s resting there. He walks up to it and opens the door to the bed of the trunk, hopping up easily before reaching out a hand to Junmyeon and helping to pull him up. They slide into the bed of the truck itself and Kris yanks the door shut. He stands up, Junmyeon still seated, and walks to the back window, which he opens, reaching inside. He pulls out a blanket and returns to Joonmyeon, laying it out.
“The bed’s kind of... uncomfortable. Not that the blanket really makes it any better.”
Junmyeon shrugs, dazed. Kris the hot mechanic just kissed him and pulled him into the back of his truck and is now pulling out a blanket because the bed is “uncomfortable.”
Which, Junmyeon thinks, almost certainly means he wants to fuck him.
Kris doesn’t do anything to rid his brain of that idea. He leans over and kisses him again, hands wandering to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them and shoving them off his shoulders. His lips travel down Junmyeon’s jaw to his neck, teeth coming out to bite at his collarbones, a hand covering his lips when he gasps.
“Shhh,” Kris whispers, lips to his ear, “I’m technically still on the clock.”
Kris’s hand leaves his face and travels down to rest at his belt buckle. “You’re skipping work to fuck me?”
Kris raises pulls his head back and raises an eyebrow. “So that’s where this is going, huh?”
“Well, uh, I just, uh, figured with the, uh, the blanket, and uh, stuff that, uh, well, if you don’t want to, uh, we, uh, sorry?”
Kris laughs and pushes Junmyeon down so that he’s lying on the blanket. He positions himself over him. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Kris’s hand goes to work on his belt buckle, then the button of his jeans, then his fly. Their lips meet again and Kris begins to stroke Junmyeon’s cock, his own erection rutting against Junmyeon’s leg as he does.
“Do you still want me to fuck you?” Kris asks after several minutes. Junmyeon swallows and nods. Kris sits up and yanks at Junmyeon’s pants and boxers, pulling them down to his ankles after he lifts his hips. He reaches into the pocket of his jumpsuit and pulls out a tube of lube. Junmyeon thinks about making a snarky remark about how Kris had been, in fact, intending to fuck him, but coherent thoughts escape him as Kris slides a finger into his ass and wraps his hands around his cock.
Kris doesn’t take off his jumpsuit when he fucks him, Junmyeon on all fours, pants still pooled around his ankles and shoes still on his feet. He does keep stroking Junmyeon’s cock, though, hard and fast, just the way his hips move as he fucks. Junmyeon comes all over Kris’s hand and the blanket, and Kris follows a short while after, fingers gripping both Junmyeon’s hips and mouth pressed into the nape of his neck.
“You know,” Kris says as he’s zipping up and Junmyeon’s putting his shirt back on, “you don’t have to keep pretending your car’s broken to see me.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. How about we meet like normal people? At a restaurant? Are you free tomorrow evening?”
Junmyeon nods.
Suit & Tie, Leather & Piercings
Kris/Tao
nc-17
800 words
Written for this prompt at exopromptmeme.
Suit & Tie, Leather & Piercings
Baekhyun introduces them to one another on a Friday night over blaring music. Zitao’s eyes are ringed in eyeliner, ears glittering with piercing, mouth set in a near-pout. His pants are tight, dark, and leather; his shirt is white and unbuttoned to the waist, the neat outline of his abs on display. Kris swallows hard when he smiles and shakes his hand. He’s dressed the way he always is when he goes out: black suit, silk tie, hair greased up and back. He buys Zitao a drink when Baekhyun leaves. The bartender slides it across the bar to Zitao who takes it and stands.
“I want to dance.”
Kris nods and follows him out to the floor, his own warming drink in his hand. Zitao does the smooth leather of his pants justice, ass gyrating along with the music. Kris does not touch him, at first. It’s a game he likes to play sometimes, building up tension from afar. Kris knows he’s not the greatest dancer but he also knows he’s confident in a way most people aren’t, and it comes out on the dance floor. He watches Zitao, watches the way his body molds into the beat and his mouth hangs ever so slightly open, lips wet and red.
Kris runs a hand along his side when he finally decides to bridge the gap between them. Zitao shivers in response and slinks into Kris’s body, still dancing. He leans back so that his throat lies along the edge of Kris’s face, exposed.
“Do you have any plans for the rest of the night?”
“Besides fucking you?”
Zitao turns and pulls Kris closer, straddling his thigh and grinding into it, then kisses him. They make out in time to the heavy bass pulsing through the club, until they’re both hard and Kris’s hands are groping Zitao’s ass.
“Ready to take me home yet?”
“What do you think?”
Kris takes his wrist and pulls him through the crowd. They drop their now-empty glasses at the bar and exit the club, night air cold against their skin. Kris leads Zitao to his car, a black Benz parked in a garage down the street. The moment they’re inside Zitao’s hand has cemented itself to Kris’s thigh, and Kris can’t help but shift closer to his side of the car. The ride back to his apartment is nearly silent, the heaviness of their breathing and the purr of the engine the only consistent noise.
Kris presses Zitao into the wall of the elevator.
“It’s 10 floors up,” he whispers into his ear, hand cupping around his dick. Zitao sighs and kisses him, lips chapped but still soft. They tumble into Kris’s apartment and towards his bedroom, shoes and a suit jacket lost along the way.
Zitao straddles Kris on the bed, shirt falling away with a few flicks of Kris’s fingers across the remaining buttons. Their lips meet, tongues sliding against each other, Zitao’s naked torso pressed into Kris’s shirt and a hand wrapped into his tie. Kris nibbles at Zitao’s earlobes, tongue entwining the piercings there, and Zitao ruts against Kris, moaning as their erections rub against each other. Zitao reaches a hand between them and undoes Kris’s belt buckle and zipper. He takes his cock in his hand a strokes as best as he can given the angle, making sure his hand his rubbing against his own cock.
“Fuck,” Kris breathes as Zitao twists the hand around his cock and pulls at his tie. He stands up and slides down between Kris’s knees, spreading them apart and yanking him forward so he can take his dick in his mouth. Kris grabs hold of Zitao’s shoulders as Zitao sucks him off, licking the sides of his dick as he bobs up and down. He pulls away after a few minutes, lips red, a thin line of saliva running from his mouth to the tip of Kris’s cock. Kris yanks him up and forward and Zitao falls onto him, but Kris rolls them over immediately.
“I am going to fuck you so hard,” he says as he yanks open Zitao’s pants and slips his hand inside to stroke his cock, “so fucking hard.”
Zitao thrusts up into Kris’s hand and Kris pulls away. Zitao takes off his pants while Kris goes to get lube and a condom, returning naked himself. He slips a finger into Zitao’s ass, cold and wet with lube, and pumps him open, kneeling beside him on the bed.
“Can I ride you?” Zitao asks when Kris has three fingers inside him. Kris nods and opens the condom, sliding it on and adding lube. Zitao straddles him once again and Kris lies back as Zitao lowers himself onto his cock, eyes closed and mouth open. He rocks back and forth, moaning in pleasure, before he begins to fuck himself. Kris settles his hands on his hips and thrusts up to meet him.
“Touch me, please, please,” Zitao begs and Kris obliges. Zitao comes with a few strokes, and Kris flips them over so that he’s fucking Zitao now, hard and fast as his orgasm builds and then explodes. He pulls out and collapses on the bed beside him. Zitao curls into him, body warm and sweaty and beautiful, and Kris leans in to kiss him.
Kris/Suho
nc-17
1800 words
Written for this prompt at exopromptmeme.
We Can Work It Out
On a Saturday morning in May, Kim Junmyeon opens the door to the mechanic’s shop a few blocks from where he lives, bell jingling over his head as he does. The man sitting at the front desk of the small room raises his head when Junmeyon enters. Park Chanyeol is stamped across his name tag, Junmyeon notes, as he approaches him.
“How can I help you?
“The check engine light on my car is flashing, and I’m not sure why. It does seem that a full tank of gas hasn’t been lasting as long as usual for the past month or so, but I’m not sure if I’m just imagining that. The check engine light is definitely flashing now though.”
The man nods. “Can you give me the make and year of your car?”
“It’s a 2008 Hyundai Sonata,” he responds. The man writes the information down, then asks for Junmyeon’s license and insurance information, which he supplies.
“Do you have an hour or so to wait here for a preliminary diagnosis of the problem? We’re not too busy today so one of our mechanics should be able to look at it immediately.”
“That sounds great.”
“OK. I’ll be back shortly, please have a seat.”
Chanyeol turns and opens a door behind the desk, which Junmyeon gets a peek behind. It appears to lead to the garage, where the walls are dark and concrete and he can hear the sudden noise of voices yelling and tools working. The door shuts and the office gets quiet again. The soundproofing, Junmyeon thinks, is quite impressive.
Five minutes later Chanyeol returns, a tall, short-haired man behind him. They step around the reception desk and Junmyeon rises from the seat he’s taken to meet them.
“Mr. Kim, this is Kris. He’ll be checking out your car today, and probably working more extensively on it later if there’s anything that needs to fixed.”
Kris extends a hand (surprisingly clean, Junmyeon notes) and smiles. Junmyeon shakes it and introduces himself.
“Can you take me to your car?” Kris asks as Chanyeol recedes back behind the desk.
“Sure.”
They head outside. The Sonata is one of only 3 in the lot. Junmyeon points it out to Kris and begins explaining the issue to him. Kris nods along as he does, head tilted in such a way that his eyes seem to shine a bit. Junmyeon loses track of his sentence when he notices that, sputtering then restarting as Kris offers an apologetic smile that veers a little close to a smirk, as if he knows just how attractive he is.
“Sometimes that light will turn on accidentally, for reasons relating to the wiring of the warning lights, but it’s usually on account of an actual engine problem. If your gas has been less efficient lately, it’s probably an issue with clogging or something along those lines in one of the pipes, which should be easy to fix. You haven’t noticed any difficulties in driving or anything, have you? Nothing seeming to get too hot, work more slowly than usual?”
Junmyeon shakes his head. “Nope, everything’s been pretty normal, except the gas consumption.”
“Alright. How about I take it round back and take a look at it? It should only take an hour.”
How about you take me round back and have more than a look? Junmyeon’s brain supplies instead of a normal response. He pushes that thought to the back of his head and hopes he’s not blushing noticeably.
“Uh, sure,” he manages to stammer out, at this point more embarrassed by himself than distracted by Kris.
“May I have your keys then?”
“Sure, sure.” He shoves a hand in his pocket and grabs them, then hands them to Kris. Kris takes them, long fingers wrapping around the keyring, and Junmyeon tries his best not to think about them wrapping around any parts of his body.
An hour and a half later Kris comes back inside the office, wiping his hands on a grease-stained towel, jumpsuit unbuttoned to the waist, revealing a thin white tank. Junmyeon looks up from the inane celebrity magazine he’s reading and stands up. The phone rings behind the desk, and Chanyeol picks up.
“So,” Kris says, coming over to where Junmyeon stands, “it should be all set. Turns out it was just some clogging in the pipes, but it should be clean and fixed now. Let us know if you have any more problems.”
“Thank you so much.”
“No problem. I pulled your car back round the front. Here are your keys.”
Junmyeon takes the keys as they’re handed to him and Kris walks off after wishing him a nice day. Junmyeon watches him go, shoulders broad, nape of his neck glistening with sweat. The door shuts behind him and Junmyeon looks back over to Chanyeol, who’s not on the phone anymore but has a sort of grin on his face that Junmyeon thinks means he’s being painfully obvious.
A week and half and way too many fantasies of getting fucked against the hood of a car by a freakishly tall dude in a denim jumpsuit later, Junmyeon goes back to the mechanic’s. Normally he gets his oil changed at the dealer’s, he explains to Chanyeol, but he liked the service so much last time he’s decided to come back here. He doesn’t see who works on his car this time, since there’s no need for a routine change to be a personal encounter. He does manage to catch a glimpse of Kris when he’s on his way out, and he does notice him and offer a wave and a smile, but doesn’t bother coming over to talk to him. It doesn’t surprise Junmyeon, but he feels a bit disheartened as he drives back.
Over the course of the next several months, he manages to bring his car in four more times for various problems he’s not entirely sure exist. At the end of the fourth one, Kris calls him back into the garage instead of going to meet him in the front of the shop.
“So,” he says, staring at Junmyeon. It’s August and his jumpsuit is liberally unbuttoned, but there’s no tank underneath, just his bare, slightly sweaty chest.
“So?”
“You keep coming in for problems I think you know aren’t really problems. Is there a reason for this? I mean I’m not going to complain because more business is always good, but...” Kris trails off and Junmyeon looks down at the ground. His shoes are very shiny in the fluorescent light of the garage. Kris is wearing a pair of grease-stained sneakers that probably used to be white, but are now sort of grey in color.
“Mr. Kim.”
“You can call me Junmyeon,” he says without thinking, looking up to see Kris biting his lip.
“Junmyeon, fine. Why do you keep coming in when there’s nothing wrong with your car?”
“Well, uh, I just like to, uh, be sure that there’s, uh, not actually a problem, uh, you know?”
Kris laughs. It’s not the reaction Junmyeon expects, but he figures it’s better than being told outright that he’s a paranoid idiot.
“You’re so obvious,” Kris says, taking a step forward and leaning down to kiss Junmyeon. Junmyeon responds immediately, pressing his body into Kris’s and moving his lips in time, mouth opening to let Kris’s tongue slip in.
“Let’s take this somewhere a bit more... private,” Kris says after a minute, wrapping his fingers around Junmyeon’s wrist and pulling him to one end of the garage.
They exit through a door into the back of the parking lot. Kris pulls Junmyeon toward the red pick-up that’s resting there. He walks up to it and opens the door to the bed of the trunk, hopping up easily before reaching out a hand to Junmyeon and helping to pull him up. They slide into the bed of the truck itself and Kris yanks the door shut. He stands up, Junmyeon still seated, and walks to the back window, which he opens, reaching inside. He pulls out a blanket and returns to Joonmyeon, laying it out.
“The bed’s kind of... uncomfortable. Not that the blanket really makes it any better.”
Junmyeon shrugs, dazed. Kris the hot mechanic just kissed him and pulled him into the back of his truck and is now pulling out a blanket because the bed is “uncomfortable.”
Which, Junmyeon thinks, almost certainly means he wants to fuck him.
Kris doesn’t do anything to rid his brain of that idea. He leans over and kisses him again, hands wandering to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them and shoving them off his shoulders. His lips travel down Junmyeon’s jaw to his neck, teeth coming out to bite at his collarbones, a hand covering his lips when he gasps.
“Shhh,” Kris whispers, lips to his ear, “I’m technically still on the clock.”
Kris’s hand leaves his face and travels down to rest at his belt buckle. “You’re skipping work to fuck me?”
Kris raises pulls his head back and raises an eyebrow. “So that’s where this is going, huh?”
“Well, uh, I just, uh, figured with the, uh, the blanket, and uh, stuff that, uh, well, if you don’t want to, uh, we, uh, sorry?”
Kris laughs and pushes Junmyeon down so that he’s lying on the blanket. He positions himself over him. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Kris’s hand goes to work on his belt buckle, then the button of his jeans, then his fly. Their lips meet again and Kris begins to stroke Junmyeon’s cock, his own erection rutting against Junmyeon’s leg as he does.
“Do you still want me to fuck you?” Kris asks after several minutes. Junmyeon swallows and nods. Kris sits up and yanks at Junmyeon’s pants and boxers, pulling them down to his ankles after he lifts his hips. He reaches into the pocket of his jumpsuit and pulls out a tube of lube. Junmyeon thinks about making a snarky remark about how Kris had been, in fact, intending to fuck him, but coherent thoughts escape him as Kris slides a finger into his ass and wraps his hands around his cock.
Kris doesn’t take off his jumpsuit when he fucks him, Junmyeon on all fours, pants still pooled around his ankles and shoes still on his feet. He does keep stroking Junmyeon’s cock, though, hard and fast, just the way his hips move as he fucks. Junmyeon comes all over Kris’s hand and the blanket, and Kris follows a short while after, fingers gripping both Junmyeon’s hips and mouth pressed into the nape of his neck.
“You know,” Kris says as he’s zipping up and Junmyeon’s putting his shirt back on, “you don’t have to keep pretending your car’s broken to see me.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. How about we meet like normal people? At a restaurant? Are you free tomorrow evening?”
Junmyeon nods.
Suit & Tie, Leather & Piercings
Kris/Tao
nc-17
800 words
Written for this prompt at exopromptmeme.
Suit & Tie, Leather & Piercings
Baekhyun introduces them to one another on a Friday night over blaring music. Zitao’s eyes are ringed in eyeliner, ears glittering with piercing, mouth set in a near-pout. His pants are tight, dark, and leather; his shirt is white and unbuttoned to the waist, the neat outline of his abs on display. Kris swallows hard when he smiles and shakes his hand. He’s dressed the way he always is when he goes out: black suit, silk tie, hair greased up and back. He buys Zitao a drink when Baekhyun leaves. The bartender slides it across the bar to Zitao who takes it and stands.
“I want to dance.”
Kris nods and follows him out to the floor, his own warming drink in his hand. Zitao does the smooth leather of his pants justice, ass gyrating along with the music. Kris does not touch him, at first. It’s a game he likes to play sometimes, building up tension from afar. Kris knows he’s not the greatest dancer but he also knows he’s confident in a way most people aren’t, and it comes out on the dance floor. He watches Zitao, watches the way his body molds into the beat and his mouth hangs ever so slightly open, lips wet and red.
Kris runs a hand along his side when he finally decides to bridge the gap between them. Zitao shivers in response and slinks into Kris’s body, still dancing. He leans back so that his throat lies along the edge of Kris’s face, exposed.
“Do you have any plans for the rest of the night?”
“Besides fucking you?”
Zitao turns and pulls Kris closer, straddling his thigh and grinding into it, then kisses him. They make out in time to the heavy bass pulsing through the club, until they’re both hard and Kris’s hands are groping Zitao’s ass.
“Ready to take me home yet?”
“What do you think?”
Kris takes his wrist and pulls him through the crowd. They drop their now-empty glasses at the bar and exit the club, night air cold against their skin. Kris leads Zitao to his car, a black Benz parked in a garage down the street. The moment they’re inside Zitao’s hand has cemented itself to Kris’s thigh, and Kris can’t help but shift closer to his side of the car. The ride back to his apartment is nearly silent, the heaviness of their breathing and the purr of the engine the only consistent noise.
Kris presses Zitao into the wall of the elevator.
“It’s 10 floors up,” he whispers into his ear, hand cupping around his dick. Zitao sighs and kisses him, lips chapped but still soft. They tumble into Kris’s apartment and towards his bedroom, shoes and a suit jacket lost along the way.
Zitao straddles Kris on the bed, shirt falling away with a few flicks of Kris’s fingers across the remaining buttons. Their lips meet, tongues sliding against each other, Zitao’s naked torso pressed into Kris’s shirt and a hand wrapped into his tie. Kris nibbles at Zitao’s earlobes, tongue entwining the piercings there, and Zitao ruts against Kris, moaning as their erections rub against each other. Zitao reaches a hand between them and undoes Kris’s belt buckle and zipper. He takes his cock in his hand a strokes as best as he can given the angle, making sure his hand his rubbing against his own cock.
“Fuck,” Kris breathes as Zitao twists the hand around his cock and pulls at his tie. He stands up and slides down between Kris’s knees, spreading them apart and yanking him forward so he can take his dick in his mouth. Kris grabs hold of Zitao’s shoulders as Zitao sucks him off, licking the sides of his dick as he bobs up and down. He pulls away after a few minutes, lips red, a thin line of saliva running from his mouth to the tip of Kris’s cock. Kris yanks him up and forward and Zitao falls onto him, but Kris rolls them over immediately.
“I am going to fuck you so hard,” he says as he yanks open Zitao’s pants and slips his hand inside to stroke his cock, “so fucking hard.”
Zitao thrusts up into Kris’s hand and Kris pulls away. Zitao takes off his pants while Kris goes to get lube and a condom, returning naked himself. He slips a finger into Zitao’s ass, cold and wet with lube, and pumps him open, kneeling beside him on the bed.
“Can I ride you?” Zitao asks when Kris has three fingers inside him. Kris nods and opens the condom, sliding it on and adding lube. Zitao straddles him once again and Kris lies back as Zitao lowers himself onto his cock, eyes closed and mouth open. He rocks back and forth, moaning in pleasure, before he begins to fuck himself. Kris settles his hands on his hips and thrusts up to meet him.
“Touch me, please, please,” Zitao begs and Kris obliges. Zitao comes with a few strokes, and Kris flips them over so that he’s fucking Zitao now, hard and fast as his orgasm builds and then explodes. He pulls out and collapses on the bed beside him. Zitao curls into him, body warm and sweaty and beautiful, and Kris leans in to kiss him.