All Riled Up
Pairing: Chen/Kris
Rating: NC17
Words: 1,451
Warnings: Barebacking
Summary: PWP. A glimpse into the dragon slayer verse! Also kind of a fill here at exopromptmeme~
“Shixun” and Zitao have been inseparable for weeks. It reminds Jongdae of when he first came to the village; he and Yifan probably looked like lovers too.
And of course, they did end up as lovers, but that’s beside the point. Zitao is definitely head over heels for Sehun (as Jongdae knows him), but Sehun seems to be a little more hesitant towards his would-be killer.
“What are you thinking about?” Yifan asks, walking into the bedroom where Jongdae had been reading a book. He likes reading a lot.
“Nothing,” Jongdae replies, but he adds a bit of mystery to his voice so that Yifan knows he wasn’t thinking about nothing.
“Jongdae,” Yifan sighs, sitting down. “Now you have to tell me.” Jongdae smirks at him and sits up, wrapping his arms around Yifan’s waist.
“What if I was thinking about you?” he drawls, lips right up against Yifan’s ear. Yifan bristles.
Honestly, Jongdae is horny a lot of the time. It’s not his fault that his boyfriend is huge and muscular and could probably snap him in half at any moment. It turns Jongdae on.
And Jongdae knows he turns Yifan on too. He knows because Yifan has told him, but also Jongdae can tell from the way that Yifan swallows and shifts uncomfortably whenever Jongdae stretches.
But Jongdae likes to rile up his boyfriend a little. “I was thinking about you, thinking about how you haven’t touched me in almost a week. Have you been holding back? I’ve touched myself, you know. I’ve thought of you many times since the last time you took me.”
“Jongdae,” Yifan trails off, as if warning Jongdae that he won’t be able to keep his composure for much longer if Jongdae keeps up the dirty talk. But that’s just the way Jongdae likes him.
“I thought about you spreading me open, pushing into me with your big cock. I thought about how I’d clench around you, hot and tight, and I’d let you come inside me. Or sometimes I thought about you coming on my face. And I’d wipe it off and lick your come off of my fingers. Have you thought of that too?”
“Jongdae,” Yifan says again in that warning tone, but Jongdae’s not about to stop.
“I touched myself thinking about those things. I even fucked myself with my fingers. Can you imagine seeing that?” he continues. “I only slicked up with spit, but I thought about licking your long fingers. I thought about your fingers going inside of me and not mine, my hole swallowing your fingers to the knuckle. You’ve thought of that too, haven’t you? Did you jerk off thinking of me? Because I really want to feel you all over me, inside me, and-”
Yifan snaps. He grabs Jongdae around the middle and pushes him into the bed, climbing on top of him and kissing him silly. They’re bruising, hot, open-mouthed kisses, almost as if Yifan is trying to see just how far he can get into Jongdae’s mouth. He doesn’t give Jongdae room to breathe, just kisses and kisses him. He bites Jongdae’s tongue just enough to cause alarm but no blood, and then in a second he’s wrapping his own tongue around it to soothe the ache.
“Who’s the dragon now?” Jongdae asks as Yifan sucks purple hickeys into Jongdae’s neck.
“I swear, Jongdae, you do this on purpose,” Yifan says between kisses, and Jongdae just hums in implicit agreement.
Yifan pulls Jongdae up roughly, pushing him against the headboard so hard that Jongdae almost knocks his head on it, and then he’s ripping off Jongdae’s shirt. Jongdae loves how Yifan can grip his slim waist with those huge hands, almost able to encircle it entirely. He kisses Jongdae’s torso, lingering on his nipples. Jongdae’s cock starts to twitch at that point, and Yifan reaches into Jongdae’s pants to stroke his boyfriend to full hardness.
Jongdae loves being teased. He maintains that the longer the teasing goes on, the more pleasure he feels and the better orgasm he has. Yifan’s never had patience for teasing, but today, he’s going nice and slow, and Jongdae loves that.
“I did touch myself,” Yifan breathes into Jongdae’s ear, “while you were at work two days ago. I thought of you. I thought of this,” he says, pumping Jongdae’s cock. Jongdae shivers in delight, pulling closer to Yifan.
“Mm, that sounds wonderful,” Jongdae smiles. He kisses Yifan’s neck, leaving a few marks of his own before Yifan lowers his head.
He pulls off Jongdae’s pants, still breathing heavily. His breath tickles Jongdae’s tip, and Jongdae shivers again in sheer anticipation. Yifan starts to kiss just around Jongdae’s cock, even mouthing a little at his balls, before looking up at his boyfriend lazily.
“What do you want, Jongdae?” he asks. “What did you imagine? What did you think about in those wild dreams about me?”
“Swallow me,” Jongdae replies, attempting to push Yifan’s head towards his cock, but Yifan won’t budge, just licking at the velvety skin there.
“Hmm,” Yifan teases, and Jongdae starts to whimper. This is his favorite part. “Should I?”
“Y-yes,” Jongdae whines. Yifan starts pressing tantalizing little kisses to Jongdae’s skin, even just at the base of his cock. Jongdae starts to squirm. He reaches down to touch himself if Yifan won’t, but Yifan just bats his hand away. Jongdae moans out loud; he’s so helplessly turned on.
That’s when Yifan finally presses his lips to Jongdae’s tip, taking him down a centimeter at a time. Slowly, slowly he envelops Jongdae, wet and hot and so perfect. Yifan’s never had trouble deep-throating Jongdae, and Jongdae loves it. He takes Jongdae all the way down-Jongdae can feel the constriction of Yifan’s throat-and then he pulls off.
Jongdae whines with impatience, trying in vain to maneuver Yifan’s head back towards his cock.
“Yifan,” he complains, “please.” Yifan wastes time, licking and kissing up and down Jongdae’s cock. Five minutes, maybe ten, until Jongdae starts to cry. “Please,” he sniffles, “please.”
So finally, finally, Yifan relents. He takes Jongdae’s hard, aching cock down little by little and then he swallows. Once, twice, three times and Jongdae’s coming down his throat. Yifan moves up, kissing Jongdae as he reaches for the little pot of lube they keep under the bed.
“I love you,” Jongdae breathes. “I love you.”
“I know,” Yifan replies, pressing a lubed finger into Jongdae’s entrance. He’s hot and tight-very tight for having stretched himself before. Jongdae hums in pleasure as Yifan presses a second and third finger in, stretching him open. He loves the stretch, loves the burn. He loves when Yifan pulls out his fingers, dripping with lube and wipes them haphazardly on the bed sheets. He loves when Yifan takes him, pushing into him slowly and deliberately.
Yifan fills him up completely, and he can feel Yifan’s cock throbbing against his walls. No, this is his favorite part. Being so full of Yifan, being one with Yifan. This is the reason he gave up his dragonhood and became human. Being with Yifan, being Yifan’s. That’s why he did this.
Yifan starts thrusting shallowly, gentle rolls of his hips. Jongdae arches up to meet him, keening loudly with each press in. He knows Yifan loves this too; he loves connecting with Jongdae.
Yifan picks up speed, slamming into Jongdae with more force until the loud slaps of skin against skin echo throughout the room. He wraps a hand around Jongdae’s cock that has hardened once again, and he pulls, pulls in time with his arrhythmic thrusts.
“Jongdae, I’m going to come. Pull out, or-”
“Stay,” Jongdae gasps. “Stay.” Yifan leans into Jongdae and thrusts even harder until he stiffens. Jongdae sees it before he feels it-Yifan’s eyes close in bliss and he spills into Jongdae with a grunt. Jongdae loves the feeling of being so full, and Yifan thrusts shallowly a few more times. Jongdae can feel the fluid dripping out slowly. He loves it.
Yifan tugs, squeezing just right, and Jongdae comes all over his own stomach. He feels heavenly, on top of the world. It’s better than flying. Yifan finally pulls out, but they don’t bother to clean. They can bathe later, together.
Yifan lies down on top of Jongdae, and then falls to the side, pulling Jongdae in. “So what were you really thinking about, hm?” he asks. Jongdae smirks.
“Honestly, I was thinking about Tao and Shixun.” Yifan grimaces.
“Gross,” he replies.
“But as soon as you walked in, I was thinking about how much I wanted your cock.” Yifan smiles as he presses a kiss to Jongdae’s lips.
“Don’t even start,” he says.
+ i love krischen. i love all kris pairings.
+ come say hi on twitter or tumblr or ask.fm
Rating: NC17
Words: 1,451
Warnings: Barebacking
Summary: PWP. A glimpse into the dragon slayer verse! Also kind of a fill here at exopromptmeme~
“Shixun” and Zitao have been inseparable for weeks. It reminds Jongdae of when he first came to the village; he and Yifan probably looked like lovers too.
And of course, they did end up as lovers, but that’s beside the point. Zitao is definitely head over heels for Sehun (as Jongdae knows him), but Sehun seems to be a little more hesitant towards his would-be killer.
“What are you thinking about?” Yifan asks, walking into the bedroom where Jongdae had been reading a book. He likes reading a lot.
“Nothing,” Jongdae replies, but he adds a bit of mystery to his voice so that Yifan knows he wasn’t thinking about nothing.
“Jongdae,” Yifan sighs, sitting down. “Now you have to tell me.” Jongdae smirks at him and sits up, wrapping his arms around Yifan’s waist.
“What if I was thinking about you?” he drawls, lips right up against Yifan’s ear. Yifan bristles.
Honestly, Jongdae is horny a lot of the time. It’s not his fault that his boyfriend is huge and muscular and could probably snap him in half at any moment. It turns Jongdae on.
And Jongdae knows he turns Yifan on too. He knows because Yifan has told him, but also Jongdae can tell from the way that Yifan swallows and shifts uncomfortably whenever Jongdae stretches.
But Jongdae likes to rile up his boyfriend a little. “I was thinking about you, thinking about how you haven’t touched me in almost a week. Have you been holding back? I’ve touched myself, you know. I’ve thought of you many times since the last time you took me.”
“Jongdae,” Yifan trails off, as if warning Jongdae that he won’t be able to keep his composure for much longer if Jongdae keeps up the dirty talk. But that’s just the way Jongdae likes him.
“I thought about you spreading me open, pushing into me with your big cock. I thought about how I’d clench around you, hot and tight, and I’d let you come inside me. Or sometimes I thought about you coming on my face. And I’d wipe it off and lick your come off of my fingers. Have you thought of that too?”
“Jongdae,” Yifan says again in that warning tone, but Jongdae’s not about to stop.
“I touched myself thinking about those things. I even fucked myself with my fingers. Can you imagine seeing that?” he continues. “I only slicked up with spit, but I thought about licking your long fingers. I thought about your fingers going inside of me and not mine, my hole swallowing your fingers to the knuckle. You’ve thought of that too, haven’t you? Did you jerk off thinking of me? Because I really want to feel you all over me, inside me, and-”
Yifan snaps. He grabs Jongdae around the middle and pushes him into the bed, climbing on top of him and kissing him silly. They’re bruising, hot, open-mouthed kisses, almost as if Yifan is trying to see just how far he can get into Jongdae’s mouth. He doesn’t give Jongdae room to breathe, just kisses and kisses him. He bites Jongdae’s tongue just enough to cause alarm but no blood, and then in a second he’s wrapping his own tongue around it to soothe the ache.
“Who’s the dragon now?” Jongdae asks as Yifan sucks purple hickeys into Jongdae’s neck.
“I swear, Jongdae, you do this on purpose,” Yifan says between kisses, and Jongdae just hums in implicit agreement.
Yifan pulls Jongdae up roughly, pushing him against the headboard so hard that Jongdae almost knocks his head on it, and then he’s ripping off Jongdae’s shirt. Jongdae loves how Yifan can grip his slim waist with those huge hands, almost able to encircle it entirely. He kisses Jongdae’s torso, lingering on his nipples. Jongdae’s cock starts to twitch at that point, and Yifan reaches into Jongdae’s pants to stroke his boyfriend to full hardness.
Jongdae loves being teased. He maintains that the longer the teasing goes on, the more pleasure he feels and the better orgasm he has. Yifan’s never had patience for teasing, but today, he’s going nice and slow, and Jongdae loves that.
“I did touch myself,” Yifan breathes into Jongdae’s ear, “while you were at work two days ago. I thought of you. I thought of this,” he says, pumping Jongdae’s cock. Jongdae shivers in delight, pulling closer to Yifan.
“Mm, that sounds wonderful,” Jongdae smiles. He kisses Yifan’s neck, leaving a few marks of his own before Yifan lowers his head.
He pulls off Jongdae’s pants, still breathing heavily. His breath tickles Jongdae’s tip, and Jongdae shivers again in sheer anticipation. Yifan starts to kiss just around Jongdae’s cock, even mouthing a little at his balls, before looking up at his boyfriend lazily.
“What do you want, Jongdae?” he asks. “What did you imagine? What did you think about in those wild dreams about me?”
“Swallow me,” Jongdae replies, attempting to push Yifan’s head towards his cock, but Yifan won’t budge, just licking at the velvety skin there.
“Hmm,” Yifan teases, and Jongdae starts to whimper. This is his favorite part. “Should I?”
“Y-yes,” Jongdae whines. Yifan starts pressing tantalizing little kisses to Jongdae’s skin, even just at the base of his cock. Jongdae starts to squirm. He reaches down to touch himself if Yifan won’t, but Yifan just bats his hand away. Jongdae moans out loud; he’s so helplessly turned on.
That’s when Yifan finally presses his lips to Jongdae’s tip, taking him down a centimeter at a time. Slowly, slowly he envelops Jongdae, wet and hot and so perfect. Yifan’s never had trouble deep-throating Jongdae, and Jongdae loves it. He takes Jongdae all the way down-Jongdae can feel the constriction of Yifan’s throat-and then he pulls off.
Jongdae whines with impatience, trying in vain to maneuver Yifan’s head back towards his cock.
“Yifan,” he complains, “please.” Yifan wastes time, licking and kissing up and down Jongdae’s cock. Five minutes, maybe ten, until Jongdae starts to cry. “Please,” he sniffles, “please.”
So finally, finally, Yifan relents. He takes Jongdae’s hard, aching cock down little by little and then he swallows. Once, twice, three times and Jongdae’s coming down his throat. Yifan moves up, kissing Jongdae as he reaches for the little pot of lube they keep under the bed.
“I love you,” Jongdae breathes. “I love you.”
“I know,” Yifan replies, pressing a lubed finger into Jongdae’s entrance. He’s hot and tight-very tight for having stretched himself before. Jongdae hums in pleasure as Yifan presses a second and third finger in, stretching him open. He loves the stretch, loves the burn. He loves when Yifan pulls out his fingers, dripping with lube and wipes them haphazardly on the bed sheets. He loves when Yifan takes him, pushing into him slowly and deliberately.
Yifan fills him up completely, and he can feel Yifan’s cock throbbing against his walls. No, this is his favorite part. Being so full of Yifan, being one with Yifan. This is the reason he gave up his dragonhood and became human. Being with Yifan, being Yifan’s. That’s why he did this.
Yifan starts thrusting shallowly, gentle rolls of his hips. Jongdae arches up to meet him, keening loudly with each press in. He knows Yifan loves this too; he loves connecting with Jongdae.
Yifan picks up speed, slamming into Jongdae with more force until the loud slaps of skin against skin echo throughout the room. He wraps a hand around Jongdae’s cock that has hardened once again, and he pulls, pulls in time with his arrhythmic thrusts.
“Jongdae, I’m going to come. Pull out, or-”
“Stay,” Jongdae gasps. “Stay.” Yifan leans into Jongdae and thrusts even harder until he stiffens. Jongdae sees it before he feels it-Yifan’s eyes close in bliss and he spills into Jongdae with a grunt. Jongdae loves the feeling of being so full, and Yifan thrusts shallowly a few more times. Jongdae can feel the fluid dripping out slowly. He loves it.
Yifan tugs, squeezing just right, and Jongdae comes all over his own stomach. He feels heavenly, on top of the world. It’s better than flying. Yifan finally pulls out, but they don’t bother to clean. They can bathe later, together.
Yifan lies down on top of Jongdae, and then falls to the side, pulling Jongdae in. “So what were you really thinking about, hm?” he asks. Jongdae smirks.
“Honestly, I was thinking about Tao and Shixun.” Yifan grimaces.
“Gross,” he replies.
“But as soon as you walked in, I was thinking about how much I wanted your cock.” Yifan smiles as he presses a kiss to Jongdae’s lips.
“Don’t even start,” he says.
+ i love krischen. i love all kris pairings.
+ come say hi on twitter or tumblr or ask.fm