distilled unwavering: 20/39
Title: At the end of this moment (we’ll be just fine)
Summary: A lot can happen in the time they have left here in high school. (a/b/o au; krisho)
word count: 2,883 words
a/n: Pwp 4. After a long lull of porn chapters we’re back, which means it’s going to take forever for all the context to be filled in. There’s a pretty long lull between the next (and last) 2 pwp chapters as well.
btw I'm sure you've noticed by now that my secret to writing smut is that I'm just writing the same thing basically every time I write porn. I'm a one trick pony over here.
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So the day is here, and Yifan…well, tries not to flounder.
“So,” Junmyeon says as they sit next to each other naked on Junmyeon’s bed and discuss what precisely is about to go down. “Let me get this straight. In all this time of us trying to plan to purposely have sex, the only thing you come up with is…kissing?”
Yifan is floundering.
He blushes and shakes his head. “No, I mean - yeah, let’s have sex. I’m okay with whatever, or like. Our usual?” Maybe not the best choice of words. Their ‘usual’ is to accidentally jump each other’s bones while in heat. They are trying to branch out from that and do better than their usual. Hopefully Junmyeon gets what he’s trying to say though. “But I just. I want to be able to kiss, you know. During.”
“Haven’t we before?”
Yifan doesn’t know how to explain that it’s about reassurance, about figuring out which sparks of sex were them and what parts were just the desperate need of heat. He just wants to know, so he can sort out his feelings a little better. “I just want to make sure that we do it this time, too,” he finally says, voice a little quieter than before.
Junmyeon notices, and laughs softly. “No, that’s fine, I’m not trying to make fun of you. It honestly sounds better than what I want.”
Yifan raises a questioning eyebrow. “What is it that you want?”
Junmyeon looks slightly uncomfortable and a little embarrassed, but he powers through and says steadily, “I want to do you from behind, with you on your knees.”
Yifan chokes on his spit for a very long moment. Junmyeon’s expression takes a turn for slightly more embarrassed, but he doesn’t break eye contact.
“Huh,” Yifan eventually says. “Well, that certainly is something.”
“Do you not want to?” Junmyeon’s looking dead serious, like he’s ready to call the whole thing off if Yifan gives the word. “We don’t have to do it like that.”
And Yifan just…wants to know how it feels, without the intensity of heat skewing their perceptions. There’s very little Junmyeon could reasonably ask from him right now that Yifan would say no to, to be honest. “No, that’s fine. I want you to be happy.”
Junmyeon smiles gently and leans over to give him the first kiss of the night. “Okay, but I want you to be happy too.”
Saying of course I am when I’m with you would be too much, so Yifan reaches for the lube to let Junmyeon know that really, they can start already.
Yifan maybe lets it all slip a little anyway, gives away the way his emotions have tied themselves in complicated and too affectionate tangles over how much he adores Junmyeon, when Junmyeon’s carefully fingering his cunt open with lube, just in case Yifan doesn’t get wet enough, and looking him worriedly in the eye.
“Are you sure you just want kissing?” Junmyeon whispers to him, knuckle-deep and lube dripping off his hand. They’re positioned facing each other for now, while Junmyeon works him open, as some sort of compromise that makes Junmyeon feel better about asking to do it doggy style - even if he won’t call it that.
But he's being hesitant and overly careful and treating Yifan like he's glass, and that's not what Yifan wants. “Look,” Yifan groans out before his brain catches up with his mouth, annoyed and in love and stupid with impending sex. “What I want is to feel sex with you while not desperately needing to have you - because I still desperately want you, even off heat.” Because he's in love, absurdly so, and he just...wants this.
It takes a moment, but then Yifan hears himself and he stares wide-eyed at Junmyeon.
Who stares wide-eyed back. “You…”
Yifan doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t want to hear what Junmyeon might say. It makes his pulse race in what could maybe be a good or maybe be a bad way, he doesn’t know yet. So instead he rushes to say, “Just kiss me.”
Junmyeon laughs, runs a careful thumb along the line of Yifan’s jaw, before saying, “Ah, you and your one request,” and grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in.
Maybe something about Yifan’s slip up reassures Junmyeon, because they progress through preparation with few other hitches afterwards, languidly kissing the whole time through. Yifan's occasionally gasping into Junmyeon’s mouth and ducking his head before coming back for more, as Junmyeon works him open teasing and slow. When Junmyeon is the one finally pulling away, he’s leaving Yifan stretched and swollen and wet, with lube smeared along his thighs.
So thus far Yifan’s thing about being able to kiss has been easy enough to fulfill along with Junmyeon’s desire to apparently screw him from behind, and the promise of what’s to come has easily gotten Junmyeon - who is already sporting an impressive erection - worked up. But this is while they’re still facing each other. Now they’re finally moving into the positions Junmyeon wants them in, and Yifan tries not to let that worry him.
It’s not that Junmyeon doesn’t want to see his face, Yifan reminds himself as he settles on his hands and knees and stares down at Junmyeon’s bed sheets. It’s not that, Junmyeon had said. He just…
“I’ve dreamt of this,” Junmyeon says, almost reverently, as he pushes in slowly and Yifan hisses and starts a little at the way the blunt tip spreads him open. It’s more a surprise when he can’t see it. There's a spark of something, a tingling in all of Yifan's nerve endings, at Junmyeon's words too. He's dreamt of this? Geez.
“Okay,” Yifan replies, once he can breathe again, fingers curling into the mattress at the thought of Junmyeon having wet dreams about him. That’s…Yifan doesn’t know if it’s so much a compliment on his attractiveness or sex appeal or whatever, as it is just personal and tender and sweet that Junmyeon’s sharing it with him. “Junmyeon, I understand. It’s fine.”
Junmyeon runs a careful, reassuring hand down between Yifan’s shoulder blades, and follows the strong line of his back. “You need more lube?”
Yifan scoffs. “Junmyeon, between the lube and how wet I just am…no. No, I’m fine.”
Junmyeon carefully pulls out as his hands hold Yifan in place, and then he’s thrusting back in, almost in slow-motion. He stays still inside Yifan for a long moment.
“You good?” Yifan asks, when it becomes apparent Junmyeon’s trying to figure something out.
“I think…” Junmyeon runs a hand down Yifan’s back again. “Can you…not hold yourself up with your arms?”
Yifan blinks and then gets what it is Junmyeon’s asking here: for Yifan to have his ass up in the air, face basically in the mattress. “Okay…” He says slowly. “But just know that this is slowly feeling less and less romantic.”
“I’ll make it up to you, promise,” Junmyeon says silkily, and it makes Yifan obey - though not without rolling his eyes to himself.
Sure enough, soon enough, Junmyeon is thrusting into him again once he’s in position. He’s quick to pick up speed, and Yifan pants and grunts with each thrust. The curve of Yifan’s ass is flush back against Junmyeon’s hips each time he pushes back in, and it's a nice sensation to revel in each time it happens.
Still, Junmyeon isn’t going in and staying very deep, just doling out sharp quick and shallow thrusts that leave Yifan squirming and gasping and moving his hips in clockwise motions to try and get the feeling to last. It’s so strange to not be gaping around Junmyeon, to not be overly-slick because of heat and pheromones in the air.
But he likes it. It’s like they worked harder to get here, and the pay-off is the level-headedness, the ability to indulge in every little sensation instead of squirming under this looming, suffocating need.
“Mm, deeper,” Yifan murmurs, in case Junmyeon’s waiting for encouragement. He likes the rhythmic sound of the flesh of his ass meeting Junmyeon’s pelvis, so maybe this position isn’t so bad after all. “And faster, please?”
Junmyeon laughs and brushes careful fingers over Yifan’s hips, continuing at his current pace. Yes, Yifan likes that they’re both in their right mind for this for once, everything sharp with the clarity, but it also means he’s starting to ache, just a little, for Junmyeon to lose control and claim him. There’s something about that that makes Yifan feel…wanted. He tightens purposely around Junmyeon’s cock, and smiles a little to himself when Junmyeon breathes out through a strained exhale.
“Unfair,” Junmyeon says, and Yifan just smiles wider.
“Well, what else do you want?” Yifan asks carefully, because he can’t keep letting Junmyeon softly fuck him in (what is apparently) the position of his dreams for the next hour. Junmyeon would probably love that, and honestly Yifan would to, so maybe they will - on another day. Today Yifan wants - wants something. He’s still working out what, though.
Carefully Yifan reaches between his legs and cradles his clit-phallus in his hand. The tip is sensitive when he touches it, and Yifan bites his lips as he runs a finger along its length.
Junmyeon sighs out and leans forward until his chest is touching to Yifan’s back, holding himself up by putting his hands to the mattress. His hips are still pistoning, though a little faster, a little rougher and less controlled. “I don’t know,” Junmyeon admits. Then he laughs: “Kiss me.”
If Junmyeon wasn’t still fucking into Yifan, and if Junmyeon hadn’t said it so gently, Yifan might have thought Junmyeon was making fun of him. As is, he knows Junmyeon’s just as lost as he is, chasing too clear sensations and emotions and trying to stay in control of it all. So Yifan obeys - and he has to turn and angle his head a little awkwardly, neck straining, but their lips meet messily all the same.
“What else do you want?” Junmyeon whispers lowly into his mouth, shooting Yifan’s own question back at him. “Only asking for a kiss is too sweet.”
Yifan chases the pull of Junmyeon’s dick and grids up against his hips, hand working furiously at his clit-phallus. “Kiss me while you get me off, that’s all I want,” Yifan repeats from earlier, dirtier and surer this time, even if he says it all in a shy murmur. “I’m yours. Do what you want.”
Junmyeon makes a pleased rumbling sound deep in his throat, says, “I’m yours too,” before shifting his weight and moving one hand off the bed. “Keep touching yourself,” he orders, his hand layering over Yifan’s.
Yifan isn’t sure if Junmyeon intends to mimic how he’s touching himself, or if Junmyeon just wants to feel how Yifan’s pulling himself off to make up for how Junmyeon can’t see. Nonetheless, Yifan shivers at the steel in his voice, and carefully strokes at his phallus while basking in how Junmyeon’s hand ghosts over the larger expanse of his own.
Eventually, Junmyeon shudders and carefully extracts himself from Yifan’s cunt. Yifan is…left wanting. The rhythmic thrusting has done a great job at getting him wetter and aching and ready for something more. Either Junmyeon needs to go back to it but harder, or something needs to change.
“Okay,” Junmyeon is breathing out. “Okay, can you get on your back?”
Flipping over takes a little work, with Junmyeon hovering over Yifan like he is, but Yifan kind of just collapses on the bed and rolls over.
“The dream not all it’s cracked up to be?” Yifan’s teasing, because he has to do something to distract himself from how looking up at Junmyeon towering over him like that is making every emotion and thought and hormone in his body go haywire. Junmyeon’s got him completely trapped against the mattress, legs and arms boxing Yifan in, almost like he’s pinned down.
Junmyeon smiles, one of his gently self-assured smiles, and leans down to leave a searing kiss. “Oh, it was. I just want to see your face when you come.”
Ugh, Yifan’s cunt is fluttering at Junmyeon’s words. “Well. Guess you better get to it.”
Junmyeon doesn’t waste another moment. Holding himself up on the bed, still towering over Yifan, he’s slipping between Yifan's legs and then propping them on either side of his hips. Then he's slipping back into Yifan and picking up speed immediately, as if there was no lull of them repositioning.
Yifan’s whimpering, fingers clawing into Junmyeon’s biceps as each thrust curves up. Junmyeon’s leaned close enough in that, between the two of them, Yifan’s phallus rubs against both of their stomachs.
“Oh god,” Yifan stutters out. “Oh my god.” Junmyeon’s taking initiative and moving his hips in a clockwise motion as he pushes in, the way Yifan’s usually moving against him. It makes Yifan snatch his hands back to himself, balled up in tight fists as he tilts his head further back against the mattress, the way the sensation rumbles through him.
“You feel good,” Junmyeon says quietly. “Geez, I could stay in you like this forever.”
Yifan probably looks ridiculous, long legs dangling in the air as he holds them spread open and his arms pulled up against his chest as he tries to cope with the friction of each thrust. “K-kiss - can you - ”
Junmyeon immediately leans even further down and in, lowering himself to capture Yifan’s lips. It pulls them closer together, Junmyeon’s balls pressing against his ass, and thrusts deeper, as Junmyeon barely pulls out before snapping his hips back in, all in order to stay close enough for each new kiss. Yifan groans and grinds into it, panting into Junmyeon’s mouth.
Junmyeon moves his hands to the tops of Yifan’s thighs, where Yifan promptly layers his hands over Junmyeon’s. He’s holding on for dear life, because like this Junmyeon has better leverage to fuck Yifan harder, and he is beginning to lose control, his cock is curving right up into Yifan in a familiar and absolutely lovely way.
“Are you feeling good?” Junmyeon grunts out, between wet and sloppy kisses, right as he picks up the pace and starts pistoning into Yifan at a much faster speed, hands moving to either side of Yifan’s head. They’re practically laying ontop of one another, and Yifan is almost blissed out at finally getting the hard thrusts his cunt’s been wet and opened up enough for for a while. Junmyeon’s balls are slapping against his ass, making that flesh sound Yifan loves. He wraps his arms around Junmyeon, fingers grasping tightly at Junmyeon’s sweaty back as they kiss again.
“Feeling so good,” Yifan manages to say after chasing after Junmyeon’s tongue with his own. “Come on, come on, co - ”
Junmyeon runs rough fingers through Yifan’s hair, before grabbing at the roots and tugging, which makes Yifan cut off in a gasp. Looking into Junmyeon’s eyes, there’s a fierce glint.
“You come on,” Junmyeon hisses, thrusting desperately and then, finally, coming. He groans, and then the knot begins to set in.
“Will me stretching you wider open make you come?” Junmyeon whispers, groaning at his own swelling.
Yifan just moans, and clings to Junmyeon.
It’s not the knot that makes Yifan come - though the swelling is sweet and welcomed (and it’s strange, to be able to compare it to Junmyeon’s larger and more relentless heat knot, to know the difference in the stretch and how he prefers to be fucked by both types).
When Junmyeon softens and slips out, he still hasn’t come, so Junmyeon lifts himself off of Yifan and reaches down between them to slip two fingers into Yifan’s cunt. “Touch yourself,” he says softly nodding at Yifan’s stiff phallus.
Junmyeon works shallow but relentless fingers in Yifan, starting far back in his cunt and sliding them to the front, right up to where Yifan’s balls start, before starting the motion all over again. Yifan squirms and squeaks under the touch while stroking his clit-phallus desperately with only his middle finger, entire body overworked and sensitive.
Yifan comes with a long, silent exhale - and his hips move on their own, down against Junmyeon’s hand. Junmyeon’s whispering, “There we go,” sounding proud, and it makes Yifan shudder and come harder, from both his cunt and his phallus; come dripping down Junmyeon’s hand as well as leaving a tiny little wet spot along his own belly. Yifan doesn’t think he’s ever done that before, simultaneously. It leaves him completely wiped out, but also feeling wholly satisfied.
Junmyeon collapses next him on the bed after pulling off and tying up the condom to throw it away. And something about it all - about them laying sweaty and calm next to each other for a moment, and that there’s not going to be some rush to get out of each other’s presence because of hormones after this lull, that this lull is just…that it could be a real afterglow or something -
Yifan doesn’t know what exactly it is about it all, but he starts laughing, happiness bubbling up from somewhere deep within him.
Junmyeon’s raising a tired but curious eyebrow at him, and Yifan can only shake his head, still laughing and beaming, and pull Junmyeon in for another kiss.
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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: 2,883 words
a/n: Pwp 4. After a long lull of porn chapters we’re back, which means it’s going to take forever for all the context to be filled in. There’s a pretty long lull between the next (and last) 2 pwp chapters as well.
btw I'm sure you've noticed by now that my secret to writing smut is that I'm just writing the same thing basically every time I write porn. I'm a one trick pony over here.
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So the day is here, and Yifan…well, tries not to flounder.
“So,” Junmyeon says as they sit next to each other naked on Junmyeon’s bed and discuss what precisely is about to go down. “Let me get this straight. In all this time of us trying to plan to purposely have sex, the only thing you come up with is…kissing?”
Yifan is floundering.
He blushes and shakes his head. “No, I mean - yeah, let’s have sex. I’m okay with whatever, or like. Our usual?” Maybe not the best choice of words. Their ‘usual’ is to accidentally jump each other’s bones while in heat. They are trying to branch out from that and do better than their usual. Hopefully Junmyeon gets what he’s trying to say though. “But I just. I want to be able to kiss, you know. During.”
“Haven’t we before?”
Yifan doesn’t know how to explain that it’s about reassurance, about figuring out which sparks of sex were them and what parts were just the desperate need of heat. He just wants to know, so he can sort out his feelings a little better. “I just want to make sure that we do it this time, too,” he finally says, voice a little quieter than before.
Junmyeon notices, and laughs softly. “No, that’s fine, I’m not trying to make fun of you. It honestly sounds better than what I want.”
Yifan raises a questioning eyebrow. “What is it that you want?”
Junmyeon looks slightly uncomfortable and a little embarrassed, but he powers through and says steadily, “I want to do you from behind, with you on your knees.”
Yifan chokes on his spit for a very long moment. Junmyeon’s expression takes a turn for slightly more embarrassed, but he doesn’t break eye contact.
“Huh,” Yifan eventually says. “Well, that certainly is something.”
“Do you not want to?” Junmyeon’s looking dead serious, like he’s ready to call the whole thing off if Yifan gives the word. “We don’t have to do it like that.”
And Yifan just…wants to know how it feels, without the intensity of heat skewing their perceptions. There’s very little Junmyeon could reasonably ask from him right now that Yifan would say no to, to be honest. “No, that’s fine. I want you to be happy.”
Junmyeon smiles gently and leans over to give him the first kiss of the night. “Okay, but I want you to be happy too.”
Saying of course I am when I’m with you would be too much, so Yifan reaches for the lube to let Junmyeon know that really, they can start already.
Yifan maybe lets it all slip a little anyway, gives away the way his emotions have tied themselves in complicated and too affectionate tangles over how much he adores Junmyeon, when Junmyeon’s carefully fingering his cunt open with lube, just in case Yifan doesn’t get wet enough, and looking him worriedly in the eye.
“Are you sure you just want kissing?” Junmyeon whispers to him, knuckle-deep and lube dripping off his hand. They’re positioned facing each other for now, while Junmyeon works him open, as some sort of compromise that makes Junmyeon feel better about asking to do it doggy style - even if he won’t call it that.
But he's being hesitant and overly careful and treating Yifan like he's glass, and that's not what Yifan wants. “Look,” Yifan groans out before his brain catches up with his mouth, annoyed and in love and stupid with impending sex. “What I want is to feel sex with you while not desperately needing to have you - because I still desperately want you, even off heat.” Because he's in love, absurdly so, and he just...wants this.
It takes a moment, but then Yifan hears himself and he stares wide-eyed at Junmyeon.
Who stares wide-eyed back. “You…”
Yifan doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t want to hear what Junmyeon might say. It makes his pulse race in what could maybe be a good or maybe be a bad way, he doesn’t know yet. So instead he rushes to say, “Just kiss me.”
Junmyeon laughs, runs a careful thumb along the line of Yifan’s jaw, before saying, “Ah, you and your one request,” and grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in.
Maybe something about Yifan’s slip up reassures Junmyeon, because they progress through preparation with few other hitches afterwards, languidly kissing the whole time through. Yifan's occasionally gasping into Junmyeon’s mouth and ducking his head before coming back for more, as Junmyeon works him open teasing and slow. When Junmyeon is the one finally pulling away, he’s leaving Yifan stretched and swollen and wet, with lube smeared along his thighs.
So thus far Yifan’s thing about being able to kiss has been easy enough to fulfill along with Junmyeon’s desire to apparently screw him from behind, and the promise of what’s to come has easily gotten Junmyeon - who is already sporting an impressive erection - worked up. But this is while they’re still facing each other. Now they’re finally moving into the positions Junmyeon wants them in, and Yifan tries not to let that worry him.
It’s not that Junmyeon doesn’t want to see his face, Yifan reminds himself as he settles on his hands and knees and stares down at Junmyeon’s bed sheets. It’s not that, Junmyeon had said. He just…
“I’ve dreamt of this,” Junmyeon says, almost reverently, as he pushes in slowly and Yifan hisses and starts a little at the way the blunt tip spreads him open. It’s more a surprise when he can’t see it. There's a spark of something, a tingling in all of Yifan's nerve endings, at Junmyeon's words too. He's dreamt of this? Geez.
“Okay,” Yifan replies, once he can breathe again, fingers curling into the mattress at the thought of Junmyeon having wet dreams about him. That’s…Yifan doesn’t know if it’s so much a compliment on his attractiveness or sex appeal or whatever, as it is just personal and tender and sweet that Junmyeon’s sharing it with him. “Junmyeon, I understand. It’s fine.”
Junmyeon runs a careful, reassuring hand down between Yifan’s shoulder blades, and follows the strong line of his back. “You need more lube?”
Yifan scoffs. “Junmyeon, between the lube and how wet I just am…no. No, I’m fine.”
Junmyeon carefully pulls out as his hands hold Yifan in place, and then he’s thrusting back in, almost in slow-motion. He stays still inside Yifan for a long moment.
“You good?” Yifan asks, when it becomes apparent Junmyeon’s trying to figure something out.
“I think…” Junmyeon runs a hand down Yifan’s back again. “Can you…not hold yourself up with your arms?”
Yifan blinks and then gets what it is Junmyeon’s asking here: for Yifan to have his ass up in the air, face basically in the mattress. “Okay…” He says slowly. “But just know that this is slowly feeling less and less romantic.”
“I’ll make it up to you, promise,” Junmyeon says silkily, and it makes Yifan obey - though not without rolling his eyes to himself.
Sure enough, soon enough, Junmyeon is thrusting into him again once he’s in position. He’s quick to pick up speed, and Yifan pants and grunts with each thrust. The curve of Yifan’s ass is flush back against Junmyeon’s hips each time he pushes back in, and it's a nice sensation to revel in each time it happens.
Still, Junmyeon isn’t going in and staying very deep, just doling out sharp quick and shallow thrusts that leave Yifan squirming and gasping and moving his hips in clockwise motions to try and get the feeling to last. It’s so strange to not be gaping around Junmyeon, to not be overly-slick because of heat and pheromones in the air.
But he likes it. It’s like they worked harder to get here, and the pay-off is the level-headedness, the ability to indulge in every little sensation instead of squirming under this looming, suffocating need.
“Mm, deeper,” Yifan murmurs, in case Junmyeon’s waiting for encouragement. He likes the rhythmic sound of the flesh of his ass meeting Junmyeon’s pelvis, so maybe this position isn’t so bad after all. “And faster, please?”
Junmyeon laughs and brushes careful fingers over Yifan’s hips, continuing at his current pace. Yes, Yifan likes that they’re both in their right mind for this for once, everything sharp with the clarity, but it also means he’s starting to ache, just a little, for Junmyeon to lose control and claim him. There’s something about that that makes Yifan feel…wanted. He tightens purposely around Junmyeon’s cock, and smiles a little to himself when Junmyeon breathes out through a strained exhale.
“Unfair,” Junmyeon says, and Yifan just smiles wider.
“Well, what else do you want?” Yifan asks carefully, because he can’t keep letting Junmyeon softly fuck him in (what is apparently) the position of his dreams for the next hour. Junmyeon would probably love that, and honestly Yifan would to, so maybe they will - on another day. Today Yifan wants - wants something. He’s still working out what, though.
Carefully Yifan reaches between his legs and cradles his clit-phallus in his hand. The tip is sensitive when he touches it, and Yifan bites his lips as he runs a finger along its length.
Junmyeon sighs out and leans forward until his chest is touching to Yifan’s back, holding himself up by putting his hands to the mattress. His hips are still pistoning, though a little faster, a little rougher and less controlled. “I don’t know,” Junmyeon admits. Then he laughs: “Kiss me.”
If Junmyeon wasn’t still fucking into Yifan, and if Junmyeon hadn’t said it so gently, Yifan might have thought Junmyeon was making fun of him. As is, he knows Junmyeon’s just as lost as he is, chasing too clear sensations and emotions and trying to stay in control of it all. So Yifan obeys - and he has to turn and angle his head a little awkwardly, neck straining, but their lips meet messily all the same.
“What else do you want?” Junmyeon whispers lowly into his mouth, shooting Yifan’s own question back at him. “Only asking for a kiss is too sweet.”
Yifan chases the pull of Junmyeon’s dick and grids up against his hips, hand working furiously at his clit-phallus. “Kiss me while you get me off, that’s all I want,” Yifan repeats from earlier, dirtier and surer this time, even if he says it all in a shy murmur. “I’m yours. Do what you want.”
Junmyeon makes a pleased rumbling sound deep in his throat, says, “I’m yours too,” before shifting his weight and moving one hand off the bed. “Keep touching yourself,” he orders, his hand layering over Yifan’s.
Yifan isn’t sure if Junmyeon intends to mimic how he’s touching himself, or if Junmyeon just wants to feel how Yifan’s pulling himself off to make up for how Junmyeon can’t see. Nonetheless, Yifan shivers at the steel in his voice, and carefully strokes at his phallus while basking in how Junmyeon’s hand ghosts over the larger expanse of his own.
Eventually, Junmyeon shudders and carefully extracts himself from Yifan’s cunt. Yifan is…left wanting. The rhythmic thrusting has done a great job at getting him wetter and aching and ready for something more. Either Junmyeon needs to go back to it but harder, or something needs to change.
“Okay,” Junmyeon is breathing out. “Okay, can you get on your back?”
Flipping over takes a little work, with Junmyeon hovering over Yifan like he is, but Yifan kind of just collapses on the bed and rolls over.
“The dream not all it’s cracked up to be?” Yifan’s teasing, because he has to do something to distract himself from how looking up at Junmyeon towering over him like that is making every emotion and thought and hormone in his body go haywire. Junmyeon’s got him completely trapped against the mattress, legs and arms boxing Yifan in, almost like he’s pinned down.
Junmyeon smiles, one of his gently self-assured smiles, and leans down to leave a searing kiss. “Oh, it was. I just want to see your face when you come.”
Ugh, Yifan’s cunt is fluttering at Junmyeon’s words. “Well. Guess you better get to it.”
Junmyeon doesn’t waste another moment. Holding himself up on the bed, still towering over Yifan, he’s slipping between Yifan's legs and then propping them on either side of his hips. Then he's slipping back into Yifan and picking up speed immediately, as if there was no lull of them repositioning.
Yifan’s whimpering, fingers clawing into Junmyeon’s biceps as each thrust curves up. Junmyeon’s leaned close enough in that, between the two of them, Yifan’s phallus rubs against both of their stomachs.
“Oh god,” Yifan stutters out. “Oh my god.” Junmyeon’s taking initiative and moving his hips in a clockwise motion as he pushes in, the way Yifan’s usually moving against him. It makes Yifan snatch his hands back to himself, balled up in tight fists as he tilts his head further back against the mattress, the way the sensation rumbles through him.
“You feel good,” Junmyeon says quietly. “Geez, I could stay in you like this forever.”
Yifan probably looks ridiculous, long legs dangling in the air as he holds them spread open and his arms pulled up against his chest as he tries to cope with the friction of each thrust. “K-kiss - can you - ”
Junmyeon immediately leans even further down and in, lowering himself to capture Yifan’s lips. It pulls them closer together, Junmyeon’s balls pressing against his ass, and thrusts deeper, as Junmyeon barely pulls out before snapping his hips back in, all in order to stay close enough for each new kiss. Yifan groans and grinds into it, panting into Junmyeon’s mouth.
Junmyeon moves his hands to the tops of Yifan’s thighs, where Yifan promptly layers his hands over Junmyeon’s. He’s holding on for dear life, because like this Junmyeon has better leverage to fuck Yifan harder, and he is beginning to lose control, his cock is curving right up into Yifan in a familiar and absolutely lovely way.
“Are you feeling good?” Junmyeon grunts out, between wet and sloppy kisses, right as he picks up the pace and starts pistoning into Yifan at a much faster speed, hands moving to either side of Yifan’s head. They’re practically laying ontop of one another, and Yifan is almost blissed out at finally getting the hard thrusts his cunt’s been wet and opened up enough for for a while. Junmyeon’s balls are slapping against his ass, making that flesh sound Yifan loves. He wraps his arms around Junmyeon, fingers grasping tightly at Junmyeon’s sweaty back as they kiss again.
“Feeling so good,” Yifan manages to say after chasing after Junmyeon’s tongue with his own. “Come on, come on, co - ”
Junmyeon runs rough fingers through Yifan’s hair, before grabbing at the roots and tugging, which makes Yifan cut off in a gasp. Looking into Junmyeon’s eyes, there’s a fierce glint.
“You come on,” Junmyeon hisses, thrusting desperately and then, finally, coming. He groans, and then the knot begins to set in.
“Will me stretching you wider open make you come?” Junmyeon whispers, groaning at his own swelling.
Yifan just moans, and clings to Junmyeon.
It’s not the knot that makes Yifan come - though the swelling is sweet and welcomed (and it’s strange, to be able to compare it to Junmyeon’s larger and more relentless heat knot, to know the difference in the stretch and how he prefers to be fucked by both types).
When Junmyeon softens and slips out, he still hasn’t come, so Junmyeon lifts himself off of Yifan and reaches down between them to slip two fingers into Yifan’s cunt. “Touch yourself,” he says softly nodding at Yifan’s stiff phallus.
Junmyeon works shallow but relentless fingers in Yifan, starting far back in his cunt and sliding them to the front, right up to where Yifan’s balls start, before starting the motion all over again. Yifan squirms and squeaks under the touch while stroking his clit-phallus desperately with only his middle finger, entire body overworked and sensitive.
Yifan comes with a long, silent exhale - and his hips move on their own, down against Junmyeon’s hand. Junmyeon’s whispering, “There we go,” sounding proud, and it makes Yifan shudder and come harder, from both his cunt and his phallus; come dripping down Junmyeon’s hand as well as leaving a tiny little wet spot along his own belly. Yifan doesn’t think he’s ever done that before, simultaneously. It leaves him completely wiped out, but also feeling wholly satisfied.
Junmyeon collapses next him on the bed after pulling off and tying up the condom to throw it away. And something about it all - about them laying sweaty and calm next to each other for a moment, and that there’s not going to be some rush to get out of each other’s presence because of hormones after this lull, that this lull is just…that it could be a real afterglow or something -
Yifan doesn’t know what exactly it is about it all, but he starts laughing, happiness bubbling up from somewhere deep within him.
Junmyeon’s raising a tired but curious eyebrow at him, and Yifan can only shake his head, still laughing and beaming, and pull Junmyeon in for another kiss.
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