distilled unwavering: 2/39
Title: In with the breeze (this lazy Sunday morning)
Summary: A lot can happen in the time they have left here in high school. (a/b/o au; krisho)
word count: 3,239 words
a/n: The first…pwp chapter…they’re all already posted because I decided long ago to finish them and post them first, just to get that out the way and sort of just rip the bandaid off. If they’re the most distasteful part of this fic for you, you can skip them, since I tried to divorce the porn with the main story as much as possible in case anyone didn’t want to be subjected to my REALLY WEIRD PWP. Really seriously, I wasn’t writing this originally with the intention to share and/or turn anybody on? So it’s really…self-indulgent and really weird.
However, unfortunately at this point up until about chapter 9 (if we're being gracious?) the pwp is better paced, constructed, and characterized than the actual story -- look, we just have to deal with the hands we are dealt, okay? The origin and then ensuing development of this story has just been really strange. I'm sorry about that, and I will work harder to improve faster.
Also on one hand I want to clarify that this happens about a month and some weeks after they've first gotten together, and about 2-3 weeks after chapter one in order to prevent you from thinking this is really sudden. But then on the other hand, it’s important that you understand that yeah this is still pretty sudden for them. They are definitely rushing things.
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Yifan is in his usual position for dealing with heats: curled up in his bed under the duvet, like that’s going to do something. He’s burning hot, but still under the duvet, face peeking out and facing towards the door as he breathes carefully measured breaths. His hips threaten him with tiny almost-thrusts but he keeps breathing and keeps biting at his bottom lip and just. Just tries to get through it.
But he wants -
(“Have a good night,” Junmyeon had murmured the other night after their date - dinner and a movie - all coy smiles and happy eye crinkles. Like they hadn’t aggressively made out in Junmyeon’s car before leaving the restaurant parking lot for the theater. It’s something that’s stayed on Yifan’s mind for hours at a time, all throughout the movie and even after Junmyeon dropped him off with little more than a brief peck to his lips and that gentle good night. How Yifan, eager and curious about boundaries again and wanting to see how far Junmyeon would be willing to push, had leaned in to kiss Junmyeon deeply and thoroughly, taking the rare initiative.
Eventually though, when Yifan had found himself faltering and going shy after nipping tentatively at Junmyeon’s lips, Junmyeon then took the lead. Junmyeon had responded by slowly reassuring him with a coaxing tongue and little returned nips. Everything had just slowly gone out of focus until next thing Yifan knew he had been gasping for breath with Junmyeon halfway crawling over onto the passenger side and into his lap to straddle him.
There had been some grinding and plenty of heavy petting, until they had finally remembered about the movie and about general public decency - but just. How is Yifan supposed to not be constantly thinking about how Junmyeon had felt half-hard up against him?)
Yifan groans squeezes his legs tightly together at the memory. He wants that. He wants - god if Junmyeon were here -
And Yifan knows he should calm that train of thought down. He and Junmyeon may have known each other since childhood, and they may have been dating for a while, unofficially as the so called ‘parents’ of their group of friends since said group’s inception, and now officially over the past month - but no. No no, heat sex, that’s. That’s heavy. That’s serious. And Yifan is still just a kid, all the sex ed teachers and pamphlets always tell them that they’re not ready for that and -
And it doesn’t matter, because Yifan wants, and he can imagine Junmyeon carefully taking the lead in that careful and thoughtful way he does, in that way where he always gives Yifan the option to follow. It’s a suggestion, to obey, and Yifan likes that. Junmyeon has this presence, gentle and kind and trustworthy and it makes Yifan want to lay himself up under Junmyeon. Let Junmyeon part his legs and slowly spread him open, let Junmyeon dip his fingers into Yifan’s cunt and work him wide and wet -
Yifan’s breath catches in his throat on a groan. He needs to stop. His clit phallus is already stiff against his inner thigh and he feels like his skin is crawling with need.
This is of course when Yifan’s door flies open.
“That’s enough moping from you - ” Junmyeon is declaring as he flings open the door and steps right into Yifan’s unintentional lair of omega-in-heat-pheromones.
“…Uh.” Junmyeon then says, as Yifan’s scent hits him full on.
If Yifan wasn’t so lost in hormones and pain-pleasure, he’d be embarrassed. As it is he can only choke out, “C-can you - god, close the door, you jerk.”
Junmyeon does so, but with him on the wrong side and still in the room, because he’s dazed and confused by Yifan’s scent and his head is getting turned around. Yifan can smell himself, and it’s so pungent in this room that there’s no way it’s not reading in Junmyeon’s brain as erotic. This isn’t good.
To Junmyeon’s credit, though, he is at the top of their class, and he’s good at thinking on his feet. “Ah,” he stutters out as well, but he is putting in the effort to focus and somewhat succeeding, eyes locked onto Yifan’s and his expression halfway coherent. “Ah! Sorry, I - the group had the constitutional Sunday morning study group thing, and - ”
Ah that’s right, Yifan thinks dazedly. Ever since they all ended up in a class together - though spread across different class blocks - every other week or so they try to get everyone together to ensure everyone’s passing. It had been Junmyeon’s idea after the mock midterm preps had been returned and it came to everyone’s attention that Sehun was indeed failing and completely unperturbed about it. And Yifan had known there was a get-together today, truly, he just…
Junmyeon is still working through his panic by talking non-stop. “ - and you didn’t show up or text or anything, so we thought you were still mad about Minseok stealing your wallet as a joke last night at the mall - and about Tao then spending your spare cash on food stands - so I came to check on you, and…”
At this he appears to have finally run out of things to say. He blinks and looks at Yifan, seeming lost. “…so…”
Yifan groans and works very very hard not to say fuck me please, because that’s really all he wants to beg. He’s getting wetter, cunt opening up a little bit at the alpha scent wafting ever so faintly off of Junmyeon, as Junmyeon’s body reacts a little to Yifan’s.
He manages to keep it together enough to bite down the request as it inches closer and closer to the tip of his tongue. “Yeah well. Had a sudden heat. Couldn’t - ”
Yifan chokes on his words and can’t finish explaining how he woke up this morning with every intention of doing group study - only to be surprised with a sudden heat, no preemptive spikes in scent or his scent changing to becoming vaguely sweeter and more enticing and no low aches in his groin to warn him of what was to come. Just woke up and started a heat after an hour of lounging in bed and reading his lit homework for Monday, and then couldn't imagine dragging himself across the room to get his phone sitting innocuously on his desk and let everyone know he was incapacitated. Instead he’s been curled up in his bed, trying to will this all away, for the past couple of hours. The sunlight streaming in through his window is bright, as the early afternoon rolls in, and all Yifan can think about is how badly he needs to get fucked.
Yifan actually starts to cry a little at the thought, at the thought of how much he just wants to be fucked, and how Junmyeon is - unfairly - right here in front of him.
Junmyeon, who at Yifan’s long silence had thought to take a hint and leave, spins back around at the quiet sob Yifan accidentally lets loose. He’s away from the door, hand snatched off the door knob, and over to the bedside in a second. “Are you okay?” He immediately demands, eyes raking over Yifan’s immobilized, blanket-covered form. “Is it not - is this not normal? I’ll get your mom - ?”
Yifan tries to laugh, but only sobs a little more. Go get his mom from her usual day-long church attendance because her son wants to have sex with his boyfriend. Yes. Perfect.
“No,” Yifan says, or moans rather. “This is, I’m. God, Junmyeon please.”
And Junmyeon isn’t so much a saint that this is isn’t getting to him: his scent is getting more pervasive too, his musk building to match Yifan’s. He carefully kneels by the edge of Yifan’s bed and looks Yifan in the eye. “What? What do you need?”
Yifan’s body is on fire and he has enough mind left to preempt his ridiculous request with, “This is going to sound weird and clingy, but…”
And Junmyeon keeps looking at him like he’s the moon and stars in the sky.
So Yifan pauses only long enough to draw in a deep breath, and then gets on with it. “But. I really want - I can imagine you - in me - ”
And Junmyeon smiles sadly, reaches up between them and brushes Yifan’s bangs out of his eyes. “Yifan that’s the heat talking. There’s no way we’re ready for that. And also your mom would kill you and me both if we did.”
Which Yifan already knows. That it’s the heat and hormones, things that aren’t looking out for his emotional wellbeing, wanting to rush this. But he just wants to feel full, tired of sighing and clenching around empty space. Yifan’s breath catches at his own thoughts and, just. He’s so wet, and he can smell Junmyeon so close and - he knows, getting Junmyeon to have heat sex with him is totally not an option. But. “I. Kiss me?”
And Junmyeon, Junmyeon who is keeping a level head but has the distinctive scent of arousal floating off of him, Junmyeon whose breath isn’t completely even, leans in and kisses him so filthy that Yifan is aching even more.
“God,” Yifan pants out, and his shoves his hand between the mattress and himself. “Just. Don’t stop kissing me, I’m gonna explode if I don’t - do something myself - ”
And Junmyeon sighs into Yifan’s mouth, a happy little content thing right before he fiercely cradles Yifan’s sharp jaw in both his hands. “Do it then.” Junmyeon says it like it’s a challenge.
And Yifan lifts his hips and slides his hand past his phallus, stiff against the inside of his thigh, and balls to go straight for his cunt. When he’s not on heat he enjoys the foreplay of phallus-play when he’s masturbating. On heat though, with how intense his heats are for him right now in the throes of adolescence, foreplay means nothing. All he wants is something thick and heavy and hard as deep as possible in him, and Yifan groans as his fingers sink right in. Junmyeon swallows the sound for him, fingers pressing so desperately at Yifan’s jawline that there might be bruises afterwards.
“God,” Yifan mumbles as he clenches around where he’s impaling himself, and it’s not enough. The heat is greedy and the second Yifan gave in to masturbating it’s taken off. He’s even wetter, cunt widening and welcoming whatever’s willing to fuck him. Junmyeon could easily slide his dick in Yifan right now, no problem and no pain. He whimpers at the thought.
“Shh, shh,” Junmyeon murmurs, one thumb smoothing across Yifan’s cheek, like Junmyeon hasn’t also resorted to using his other hand to palm his crotch through the denim of his jeans. “We’ll work through it.”
They kiss sloppily as Yifan finger fucks himself, hips rising off the bed. The ridiculous thing is that this really shouldn’t be that erotic: Junmyeon definitely can’t see anything, not with how Yifan is draped in his heavy duvet. Maybe that somehow adds to the mood and Yifan’s desperation. Or maybe that just adds an acceptable level of distinction that lets them play-pretend this isn’t only just a step away from heat sex.
“Are you thinking of me?” Junmyeon asks quietly. He’s getting caught up in how badly Yifan’s body is asking for Junmyeon’s, the quiet demanding a little more stern that Junmyeon’s usual tone.
It makes Yifan come, not even clenching around his fingers but instead trembling and wide as Yifan curls them desperately and grinds his phallus against his own wrist. “Yes,” Yifan whispers out, voice hoarse, as he pants through this first orgasm, new wetness dribbling into his own cupped palm. “God, I’m gonna - gonna - with my whole hand, thinking about your dick.”
Junmyeon hums appreciatively and devours Yifan’s mouth. Their mouths meet in slick, slurping sounds, gross and wet and clumsy.
Yifan has never done this much while in heat. Usually it’s the occasional accidental ruts and thighs rubbing together that results in orgasm and extra heat. Today it’s - it’s actually on purpose and he’s. Falling apart.
He shifts up onto his knees without breaking where they are connected at the mouth, resulting in his ass up in the air while still under the sheets, and pants roughly and unevenly into Junmyeon’s mouth.
“You’re fine,” Junmyeon tells him, quiet and firm against Yifan’s lips. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
And Junmyeon does have him. He does. Yifan shivers and whines a little. Junmyeon laughs, not unkindly, at his neediness and licks playful stripes along Yifan’s mouth.
“Stop that,” Yifan mumbles as he carefully angles his hand against the opening of his cunt, to see if it’ll fit with no problem. He’s so gaping and dripping that no, there isn’t going to be one.
“No,” Junmyeon says simply, and it’s not that firm or anything, just a joke, but Yifan wants to be up under Junmyeon, both his body and his control, so badly at this moment that Yifan just.
Just goes for it. Presses his hand up and in, and it slides in so easy, so so easy. He gasps and instantly moans at the sensation, eyes fluttering close at the intensity.
Yifan hears Junmyeon become inquisitive, murmur, “Hm?”
“It’s in,” Yifan pants out. “Just now I. I. My whole hand. I…” He tapers off into a moan because he’s got his hand inside himself and it’s still not enough. It’s not Junmyeon’s dick and it’s not going to swell in him when it’s all over and. And Yifan wants to cry.
“I want to be fucked harder,” Yifan groans, carefully curling his fingers and slowly dragging his hand out bit by bit, before just as slowly pressing it back into himself. There’s an audible squelch and his cunt accommodates just fine, so opened by the first orgasm and the heat wanting him to be fucked and filled. “I need it - Junmyeon.”
And Junmyeon sighs - then suddenly is taking Yifan’s lips with that old ferocity. It surprises Yifan into opening his eyes again. Junmyeon’s eyes are sharp and serious, though his expression is pained and clouded ever so slightly with arousal. “I said no. You know we can’t. We’re not going to.”
Yifan basks in how Junmyeon’s voice has a sharp edge to it, in how Junmyeon is taking charge - because that’s what Yifan wants most right now. “God,” Yifan says, almost a mantra by this point, as he drags his hand in and out and in and out. “God, Junmyeon…”
Junmyeon is murmuring to him again, fingers delicate along the side of Yifan’s face, all while Junmyeon’s grinding his palm to the erection tenting the front of his jeans. “I wish I could. I will, one day, okay? I want to be in you, I want to fuck you deeper than you can manage yourself.”
Yifan whimpers again, and Junmyeon just keeps kissing him, keeps talking. “I want to stay in you and fill you up with my knot and spread you so far open you can’t move. You want that?”
“Yes,” Yifan gasps out, and he maybe comes again. Everything is so sticky and wet - god these sheets are done for - and he’s trembling down there. He’s so wide open and so lubed up with his own wetness that he can’t tell. Yifan’s body is at the point where it doesn’t matter, nothing matters, as long as someone can keep fucking him wide open and hopefully come in him.
Yifan pulls back just a little from Junmyeon, just so he can lower his ass out of the air; sits down fully on his hand and keeps thrusting, now while grinding down on in. He still needs to come again. He’s coated in sweat and breathing so heavily and there’s so much heat left. Yifan can feel it laid out in front of him, can feel how much more fucking his body wants now that it thinks it’s getting what it’s been demanding.
“God,” Yifan repeats ineloquently, fucking himself on his hand in a graceless rhythm. “Junmyeon I - I don’t know if I can keep doing this I - god, Junmyeon.” Yifan comes again, abdomen tightening in spasms as he squirts an absurd amount of wetness around his own hand and onto his sheets.
Junmyeon keeps peppering the skin he can reach - Yifan’s mouth, cheeks, the bridge of his nose, the crook of his neck, and along his jaw - with kisses as Yifan writhes and shifts to better thrust into himself. “You’ve got it, you’re fine, you’re so good.”
They make it through. Yifan isn’t sure how long it takes, how many times he comes - just knows that somewhere at the end there, he can’t get more than three fingers in, suddenly not so wet and wide, and when he comes this last time the fire within him finally quiets enough that he can breathe and think and feel human again.
(The heat isn’t actually over: in adolescence heats last a full day, but the unbidden desire to have sex only lasts part - though a good portion - of it. The rest is the buildup and the letdown of emotions and hormones, with only the occasional spike in that primal need.)
Yifan blinks up at Junmyeon blearily, actually thinking straight for the first time in - well. “…How long was that?”
Junmyeon smiles tiredly and leans in to carefully kiss the tip of Yifan’s nose. “Not too long. That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
And geez, they are, at some point, going to have to talk about all the junk that has just occurred between them just now. About the fact that Junmyeon has just willingly stayed for what Yifan would be willing to bet was at least over two, if not three, hours (the outside light streaming in his window has turned golden-red in the hues of late evening) watching and helping Yifan get off. Somewhere in there, though it’s a blur on Yifan’s part, Junmyeon got off too - he vaguely remembers Junmyeon sucking in a sharp breath and pulling himself out of his jeans, remembers Junmyeon panting through his knotting and waiting patiently for the swell to fade, all without missing a beat in kissing Yifan through his own ordeal.
That’s all just a lot to process though, especially when he’s bone weary and winding down from however many orgasms. So he files it away for later and focuses on Junmyeon’s current question.
“No,” Yifan finally says, with a bravado he usually doesn’t have off the basketball courts. “Wasn’t bad at all. Maybe next time I’ll help you with yours?”
And Junmyeon laughs and beams like sunlight, so radiant that Yifan almost wants to look away.
(He doesn’t. Instead he carefully kisses Junmyeon at the corner of his eye, right on the crinkles.)
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Summary: A lot can happen in the time they have left here in high school. (a/b/o au; krisho)
word count: 3,239 words
a/n: The first…pwp chapter…they’re all already posted because I decided long ago to finish them and post them first, just to get that out the way and sort of just rip the bandaid off. If they’re the most distasteful part of this fic for you, you can skip them, since I tried to divorce the porn with the main story as much as possible in case anyone didn’t want to be subjected to my REALLY WEIRD PWP. Really seriously, I wasn’t writing this originally with the intention to share and/or turn anybody on? So it’s really…self-indulgent and really weird.
However, unfortunately at this point up until about chapter 9 (if we're being gracious?) the pwp is better paced, constructed, and characterized than the actual story -- look, we just have to deal with the hands we are dealt, okay? The origin and then ensuing development of this story has just been really strange. I'm sorry about that, and I will work harder to improve faster.
Also on one hand I want to clarify that this happens about a month and some weeks after they've first gotten together, and about 2-3 weeks after chapter one in order to prevent you from thinking this is really sudden. But then on the other hand, it’s important that you understand that yeah this is still pretty sudden for them. They are definitely rushing things.
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Yifan is in his usual position for dealing with heats: curled up in his bed under the duvet, like that’s going to do something. He’s burning hot, but still under the duvet, face peeking out and facing towards the door as he breathes carefully measured breaths. His hips threaten him with tiny almost-thrusts but he keeps breathing and keeps biting at his bottom lip and just. Just tries to get through it.
But he wants -
(“Have a good night,” Junmyeon had murmured the other night after their date - dinner and a movie - all coy smiles and happy eye crinkles. Like they hadn’t aggressively made out in Junmyeon’s car before leaving the restaurant parking lot for the theater. It’s something that’s stayed on Yifan’s mind for hours at a time, all throughout the movie and even after Junmyeon dropped him off with little more than a brief peck to his lips and that gentle good night. How Yifan, eager and curious about boundaries again and wanting to see how far Junmyeon would be willing to push, had leaned in to kiss Junmyeon deeply and thoroughly, taking the rare initiative.
Eventually though, when Yifan had found himself faltering and going shy after nipping tentatively at Junmyeon’s lips, Junmyeon then took the lead. Junmyeon had responded by slowly reassuring him with a coaxing tongue and little returned nips. Everything had just slowly gone out of focus until next thing Yifan knew he had been gasping for breath with Junmyeon halfway crawling over onto the passenger side and into his lap to straddle him.
There had been some grinding and plenty of heavy petting, until they had finally remembered about the movie and about general public decency - but just. How is Yifan supposed to not be constantly thinking about how Junmyeon had felt half-hard up against him?)
Yifan groans squeezes his legs tightly together at the memory. He wants that. He wants - god if Junmyeon were here -
And Yifan knows he should calm that train of thought down. He and Junmyeon may have known each other since childhood, and they may have been dating for a while, unofficially as the so called ‘parents’ of their group of friends since said group’s inception, and now officially over the past month - but no. No no, heat sex, that’s. That’s heavy. That’s serious. And Yifan is still just a kid, all the sex ed teachers and pamphlets always tell them that they’re not ready for that and -
And it doesn’t matter, because Yifan wants, and he can imagine Junmyeon carefully taking the lead in that careful and thoughtful way he does, in that way where he always gives Yifan the option to follow. It’s a suggestion, to obey, and Yifan likes that. Junmyeon has this presence, gentle and kind and trustworthy and it makes Yifan want to lay himself up under Junmyeon. Let Junmyeon part his legs and slowly spread him open, let Junmyeon dip his fingers into Yifan’s cunt and work him wide and wet -
Yifan’s breath catches in his throat on a groan. He needs to stop. His clit phallus is already stiff against his inner thigh and he feels like his skin is crawling with need.
This is of course when Yifan’s door flies open.
“That’s enough moping from you - ” Junmyeon is declaring as he flings open the door and steps right into Yifan’s unintentional lair of omega-in-heat-pheromones.
“…Uh.” Junmyeon then says, as Yifan’s scent hits him full on.
If Yifan wasn’t so lost in hormones and pain-pleasure, he’d be embarrassed. As it is he can only choke out, “C-can you - god, close the door, you jerk.”
Junmyeon does so, but with him on the wrong side and still in the room, because he’s dazed and confused by Yifan’s scent and his head is getting turned around. Yifan can smell himself, and it’s so pungent in this room that there’s no way it’s not reading in Junmyeon’s brain as erotic. This isn’t good.
To Junmyeon’s credit, though, he is at the top of their class, and he’s good at thinking on his feet. “Ah,” he stutters out as well, but he is putting in the effort to focus and somewhat succeeding, eyes locked onto Yifan’s and his expression halfway coherent. “Ah! Sorry, I - the group had the constitutional Sunday morning study group thing, and - ”
Ah that’s right, Yifan thinks dazedly. Ever since they all ended up in a class together - though spread across different class blocks - every other week or so they try to get everyone together to ensure everyone’s passing. It had been Junmyeon’s idea after the mock midterm preps had been returned and it came to everyone’s attention that Sehun was indeed failing and completely unperturbed about it. And Yifan had known there was a get-together today, truly, he just…
Junmyeon is still working through his panic by talking non-stop. “ - and you didn’t show up or text or anything, so we thought you were still mad about Minseok stealing your wallet as a joke last night at the mall - and about Tao then spending your spare cash on food stands - so I came to check on you, and…”
At this he appears to have finally run out of things to say. He blinks and looks at Yifan, seeming lost. “…so…”
Yifan groans and works very very hard not to say fuck me please, because that’s really all he wants to beg. He’s getting wetter, cunt opening up a little bit at the alpha scent wafting ever so faintly off of Junmyeon, as Junmyeon’s body reacts a little to Yifan’s.
He manages to keep it together enough to bite down the request as it inches closer and closer to the tip of his tongue. “Yeah well. Had a sudden heat. Couldn’t - ”
Yifan chokes on his words and can’t finish explaining how he woke up this morning with every intention of doing group study - only to be surprised with a sudden heat, no preemptive spikes in scent or his scent changing to becoming vaguely sweeter and more enticing and no low aches in his groin to warn him of what was to come. Just woke up and started a heat after an hour of lounging in bed and reading his lit homework for Monday, and then couldn't imagine dragging himself across the room to get his phone sitting innocuously on his desk and let everyone know he was incapacitated. Instead he’s been curled up in his bed, trying to will this all away, for the past couple of hours. The sunlight streaming in through his window is bright, as the early afternoon rolls in, and all Yifan can think about is how badly he needs to get fucked.
Yifan actually starts to cry a little at the thought, at the thought of how much he just wants to be fucked, and how Junmyeon is - unfairly - right here in front of him.
Junmyeon, who at Yifan’s long silence had thought to take a hint and leave, spins back around at the quiet sob Yifan accidentally lets loose. He’s away from the door, hand snatched off the door knob, and over to the bedside in a second. “Are you okay?” He immediately demands, eyes raking over Yifan’s immobilized, blanket-covered form. “Is it not - is this not normal? I’ll get your mom - ?”
Yifan tries to laugh, but only sobs a little more. Go get his mom from her usual day-long church attendance because her son wants to have sex with his boyfriend. Yes. Perfect.
“No,” Yifan says, or moans rather. “This is, I’m. God, Junmyeon please.”
And Junmyeon isn’t so much a saint that this is isn’t getting to him: his scent is getting more pervasive too, his musk building to match Yifan’s. He carefully kneels by the edge of Yifan’s bed and looks Yifan in the eye. “What? What do you need?”
Yifan’s body is on fire and he has enough mind left to preempt his ridiculous request with, “This is going to sound weird and clingy, but…”
And Junmyeon keeps looking at him like he’s the moon and stars in the sky.
So Yifan pauses only long enough to draw in a deep breath, and then gets on with it. “But. I really want - I can imagine you - in me - ”
And Junmyeon smiles sadly, reaches up between them and brushes Yifan’s bangs out of his eyes. “Yifan that’s the heat talking. There’s no way we’re ready for that. And also your mom would kill you and me both if we did.”
Which Yifan already knows. That it’s the heat and hormones, things that aren’t looking out for his emotional wellbeing, wanting to rush this. But he just wants to feel full, tired of sighing and clenching around empty space. Yifan’s breath catches at his own thoughts and, just. He’s so wet, and he can smell Junmyeon so close and - he knows, getting Junmyeon to have heat sex with him is totally not an option. But. “I. Kiss me?”
And Junmyeon, Junmyeon who is keeping a level head but has the distinctive scent of arousal floating off of him, Junmyeon whose breath isn’t completely even, leans in and kisses him so filthy that Yifan is aching even more.
“God,” Yifan pants out, and his shoves his hand between the mattress and himself. “Just. Don’t stop kissing me, I’m gonna explode if I don’t - do something myself - ”
And Junmyeon sighs into Yifan’s mouth, a happy little content thing right before he fiercely cradles Yifan’s sharp jaw in both his hands. “Do it then.” Junmyeon says it like it’s a challenge.
And Yifan lifts his hips and slides his hand past his phallus, stiff against the inside of his thigh, and balls to go straight for his cunt. When he’s not on heat he enjoys the foreplay of phallus-play when he’s masturbating. On heat though, with how intense his heats are for him right now in the throes of adolescence, foreplay means nothing. All he wants is something thick and heavy and hard as deep as possible in him, and Yifan groans as his fingers sink right in. Junmyeon swallows the sound for him, fingers pressing so desperately at Yifan’s jawline that there might be bruises afterwards.
“God,” Yifan mumbles as he clenches around where he’s impaling himself, and it’s not enough. The heat is greedy and the second Yifan gave in to masturbating it’s taken off. He’s even wetter, cunt widening and welcoming whatever’s willing to fuck him. Junmyeon could easily slide his dick in Yifan right now, no problem and no pain. He whimpers at the thought.
“Shh, shh,” Junmyeon murmurs, one thumb smoothing across Yifan’s cheek, like Junmyeon hasn’t also resorted to using his other hand to palm his crotch through the denim of his jeans. “We’ll work through it.”
They kiss sloppily as Yifan finger fucks himself, hips rising off the bed. The ridiculous thing is that this really shouldn’t be that erotic: Junmyeon definitely can’t see anything, not with how Yifan is draped in his heavy duvet. Maybe that somehow adds to the mood and Yifan’s desperation. Or maybe that just adds an acceptable level of distinction that lets them play-pretend this isn’t only just a step away from heat sex.
“Are you thinking of me?” Junmyeon asks quietly. He’s getting caught up in how badly Yifan’s body is asking for Junmyeon’s, the quiet demanding a little more stern that Junmyeon’s usual tone.
It makes Yifan come, not even clenching around his fingers but instead trembling and wide as Yifan curls them desperately and grinds his phallus against his own wrist. “Yes,” Yifan whispers out, voice hoarse, as he pants through this first orgasm, new wetness dribbling into his own cupped palm. “God, I’m gonna - gonna - with my whole hand, thinking about your dick.”
Junmyeon hums appreciatively and devours Yifan’s mouth. Their mouths meet in slick, slurping sounds, gross and wet and clumsy.
Yifan has never done this much while in heat. Usually it’s the occasional accidental ruts and thighs rubbing together that results in orgasm and extra heat. Today it’s - it’s actually on purpose and he’s. Falling apart.
He shifts up onto his knees without breaking where they are connected at the mouth, resulting in his ass up in the air while still under the sheets, and pants roughly and unevenly into Junmyeon’s mouth.
“You’re fine,” Junmyeon tells him, quiet and firm against Yifan’s lips. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
And Junmyeon does have him. He does. Yifan shivers and whines a little. Junmyeon laughs, not unkindly, at his neediness and licks playful stripes along Yifan’s mouth.
“Stop that,” Yifan mumbles as he carefully angles his hand against the opening of his cunt, to see if it’ll fit with no problem. He’s so gaping and dripping that no, there isn’t going to be one.
“No,” Junmyeon says simply, and it’s not that firm or anything, just a joke, but Yifan wants to be up under Junmyeon, both his body and his control, so badly at this moment that Yifan just.
Just goes for it. Presses his hand up and in, and it slides in so easy, so so easy. He gasps and instantly moans at the sensation, eyes fluttering close at the intensity.
Yifan hears Junmyeon become inquisitive, murmur, “Hm?”
“It’s in,” Yifan pants out. “Just now I. I. My whole hand. I…” He tapers off into a moan because he’s got his hand inside himself and it’s still not enough. It’s not Junmyeon’s dick and it’s not going to swell in him when it’s all over and. And Yifan wants to cry.
“I want to be fucked harder,” Yifan groans, carefully curling his fingers and slowly dragging his hand out bit by bit, before just as slowly pressing it back into himself. There’s an audible squelch and his cunt accommodates just fine, so opened by the first orgasm and the heat wanting him to be fucked and filled. “I need it - Junmyeon.”
And Junmyeon sighs - then suddenly is taking Yifan’s lips with that old ferocity. It surprises Yifan into opening his eyes again. Junmyeon’s eyes are sharp and serious, though his expression is pained and clouded ever so slightly with arousal. “I said no. You know we can’t. We’re not going to.”
Yifan basks in how Junmyeon’s voice has a sharp edge to it, in how Junmyeon is taking charge - because that’s what Yifan wants most right now. “God,” Yifan says, almost a mantra by this point, as he drags his hand in and out and in and out. “God, Junmyeon…”
Junmyeon is murmuring to him again, fingers delicate along the side of Yifan’s face, all while Junmyeon’s grinding his palm to the erection tenting the front of his jeans. “I wish I could. I will, one day, okay? I want to be in you, I want to fuck you deeper than you can manage yourself.”
Yifan whimpers again, and Junmyeon just keeps kissing him, keeps talking. “I want to stay in you and fill you up with my knot and spread you so far open you can’t move. You want that?”
“Yes,” Yifan gasps out, and he maybe comes again. Everything is so sticky and wet - god these sheets are done for - and he’s trembling down there. He’s so wide open and so lubed up with his own wetness that he can’t tell. Yifan’s body is at the point where it doesn’t matter, nothing matters, as long as someone can keep fucking him wide open and hopefully come in him.
Yifan pulls back just a little from Junmyeon, just so he can lower his ass out of the air; sits down fully on his hand and keeps thrusting, now while grinding down on in. He still needs to come again. He’s coated in sweat and breathing so heavily and there’s so much heat left. Yifan can feel it laid out in front of him, can feel how much more fucking his body wants now that it thinks it’s getting what it’s been demanding.
“God,” Yifan repeats ineloquently, fucking himself on his hand in a graceless rhythm. “Junmyeon I - I don’t know if I can keep doing this I - god, Junmyeon.” Yifan comes again, abdomen tightening in spasms as he squirts an absurd amount of wetness around his own hand and onto his sheets.
Junmyeon keeps peppering the skin he can reach - Yifan’s mouth, cheeks, the bridge of his nose, the crook of his neck, and along his jaw - with kisses as Yifan writhes and shifts to better thrust into himself. “You’ve got it, you’re fine, you’re so good.”
They make it through. Yifan isn’t sure how long it takes, how many times he comes - just knows that somewhere at the end there, he can’t get more than three fingers in, suddenly not so wet and wide, and when he comes this last time the fire within him finally quiets enough that he can breathe and think and feel human again.
(The heat isn’t actually over: in adolescence heats last a full day, but the unbidden desire to have sex only lasts part - though a good portion - of it. The rest is the buildup and the letdown of emotions and hormones, with only the occasional spike in that primal need.)
Yifan blinks up at Junmyeon blearily, actually thinking straight for the first time in - well. “…How long was that?”
Junmyeon smiles tiredly and leans in to carefully kiss the tip of Yifan’s nose. “Not too long. That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
And geez, they are, at some point, going to have to talk about all the junk that has just occurred between them just now. About the fact that Junmyeon has just willingly stayed for what Yifan would be willing to bet was at least over two, if not three, hours (the outside light streaming in his window has turned golden-red in the hues of late evening) watching and helping Yifan get off. Somewhere in there, though it’s a blur on Yifan’s part, Junmyeon got off too - he vaguely remembers Junmyeon sucking in a sharp breath and pulling himself out of his jeans, remembers Junmyeon panting through his knotting and waiting patiently for the swell to fade, all without missing a beat in kissing Yifan through his own ordeal.
That’s all just a lot to process though, especially when he’s bone weary and winding down from however many orgasms. So he files it away for later and focuses on Junmyeon’s current question.
“No,” Yifan finally says, with a bravado he usually doesn’t have off the basketball courts. “Wasn’t bad at all. Maybe next time I’ll help you with yours?”
And Junmyeon laughs and beams like sunlight, so radiant that Yifan almost wants to look away.
(He doesn’t. Instead he carefully kisses Junmyeon at the corner of his eye, right on the crinkles.)
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