Edge of You, for everyone
Title: Edge of You
For: everyone
Word count: 3,5k
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Yifan loses sleep imagining how long Yixing could bear some neck stimulation.
The way Yixing’s body moves has been dragging Yifan on edge. He sways his hips and moves his arms with enough precision to draw perfect lines on the air. Yixing watches himself on the mirror as he dances, attentive to any possible mistakes or poorly executed movements. Yixing is an exceptional dancer.
Not that Yifan hasn’t already noticed - he has. He notices all the time, in fact, there is a slight possibility that he has memorized all the curves of Yixing’s calves on the floor. Yifan has noticed.
The thing is that, recently, something has been keeping his mind busy with hypothesis and prospects he knows shouldn’t be there.
It all started at the Weekly Idol recording. They’ve been warned about those MCs, Taemin spent a whole week pestering about their rather unorthodox methods and Yifan seriously thought he was overreacting, because what could be so harmful about Defconn and Jung Hyungdon?
Except that was not an overreaction, and those MCs are evil people. Yifan was okay with them teasing Zitao’s awful Korean skills and even the jokes about Jongin being a Japanese person, but when the duo decided to launch an attack on Yixing’s neck, things just went downhill.
Not that Yifan was unaware of the dancer’s incredibly sensitive neck - he was well aware -, but the fact never was an important matter. To Baekhyun, who always makes sure to breathe impossibly close to Yixing’s nape in teasing, maybe, but not to Yifan. At least not until the boy falls to the ground, body lax and screaming for help from the assault.
Something about how Yixing’s whole face was colored a light shade of red and how Yifan could see his gooseflesh motivated a certain curiosity, an urge to know how would Yixing feel if one doesn’t stop.
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“Are you memorizing his features?” Luhan asks, characteristic smirk on. Yixing is just a few meters away from them, and if it weren’t the melody being produced by his guitar he would probably listen to everything they’re saying.
Yifan could tell Luhan that there’s no need to engage in such matter, since Yixing’s features have been unintentionally graved in his head a long time ago.
“I’m… Wondering” he admits, taking in the way Yixing licks his lips in concentration, mind probably too busy from improvising the most various melodies. Right now Yixing is in his own world.
“Do I want to know about it?”
Yifan shrugs. “It wouldn’t change your life”
“Would it make it less boring?”
“Your life is not boring” Yifan insists, quickly shooting a look at Luhan before returning his attentive watch on whatever it is that Yixing is doing now that he placed the guitar down. The dancer has both hands busy on his phone, using his thumbs to type. Yifan tries to ignore the lurch in his stomach when the younger outlines one of those unnecessarily dangerous smiles. “None of our lives are.”
“What I mean is that there’s nothing interesting happening around here, and routine bores me the most you know what I mean?” Luhan yaws, Yifan isn’t really looking at him but he can hear Luhan’s sounds as he’s sure to make himself present. “So, can I offer you something for these thoughts? I bet there’s something interesting in here”
Luhan springs a hand to ruffle Yifan’s hair - quite unreasonably he might add - and he’s previously regretting his decision being honest.
“You know his neck?” Yifan pats his hair down as he speaks, turning to face Luhan.
“Yeah, I know his neck, everybody has a neck” the other frowns impatiently.
Yifan rolls his eyes “That’s not what I meant. You know our last recording at Weekly Idol?”
Luhan is a quick catcher. Yifan can tell he knows what he means just by the way he opens his mouth in a silent ‘oh’, eyebrows arching high and mouth stretching on a smirk.
“That about his neck?” he questions.
“Yeah” Yifan answers, watching the object of his fantasies return from the kitchen and plop himself back onto the table chair, settling guitar on lap.
“What exactly you’ve been wondering about it?”
What will happen if I blow at it? What if I nibble it?
He doesn’t voice it, deciding for a shrug and “For how long do you think he can take it?”
“Take what? Stimulation?” the way Luhan curls his tongue to pronounce the word has Yifan staggering, blinking more than necessary in a weak attempt to refrain his face from burning red. Luhan chuckles at his reaction; Yifan wants to hide.
“You asked” he mumbles.
“Hey, I’m not judging!” Luhan brings his hands up in representation and smiles. “If anything, I’m impressed. Never thought you’d be one to wonder about Yixing’s body parts”
Yifan ignores his remarks, returning to inspect Yixing. His position gives Yifan a partial neck view, and it’s just what it takes for the urge to act up. This never happened before, so much agony and anxiety over something he’s pretty sure never is going to happen. Yifan’s had a few experiences, some of which even including Zitao during a few of Yifan’s moments of questionable judgment, but none of said experiences worked that much unease in his system.
“You know, I think you should talk to him about it” Luhan speaks again, regaining Yifan’s attention only to have him rolling his eyes in reproach.
“Yeah, that would be great. ‘Hey Yixing, can I stimulate your neck? I just happen to be dying to know what kind of sound you’ll make if I touch you just right!’”
Luhan’s slightly gaping mouth has Yifan deeply regretting his last words. That wasn’t supposed to be said aloud. Especially not in front of others.
To Yifan’s surprise, Luhan doesn’t laugh or runs around. He simply sighs, which is very strange and so atypical that Yifan narrows his eyes in doubt.
“I mean it. Stop wondering, what harm could a simple question make? Besides, he’s been having bouts of insomnia lately, and the lack of sleep is starting to affect his cognition. Maybe you could offer him some company,” the elder says suggestively “offer to massage his neck…” Luhan giggles and Yifan presses his eyelids shut, trying to stop the blush to spread across his face.
“Dude… I don’t want to harass him; I’ve just been running with my mind, that’s all” lies, and apparently Luhan can sense lies.
The elder snorts in disbelief, standing up from his spot in the couch and dropping his face to pry Yifan a last look. “He finds refugee at the recreation area, by the pool. You should stay up a little later today, maybe you’ll get lucky”
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Yifan doesn’t have troubles sleeping. It’s actually an easy task, he lays in bed and closes his eyes. That’s all it takes for him to wander into the Shaper’s kingdom.
However, sleeping is being a herculean task to fulfill tonight. Yifan’s tried every single position he feels comfortable on (even the forbidden ones), he drank water and went to the bathroom. He even watched TV for two minutes before turning it off, deeming it inappropriate to ease his jitters. Yifan knows why he can’t sleep. It’s all Luhan’s fault, he’s planted a seed in Yifan’s imagination, as if it needed any more encouragement, and now his mind is fully awake, specifically directed towards the recreation area, by the pool.
Yifan’s seemingly out of choice - besides, of course, Luhan’s intelligent offer of wandering around the recreation area over the uncertain possibility of getting lucky. It’s not only about Luhan, actually. The blonde devil’s only job was to plant that seed onto Yifan’s brain - it’s his own work it grew overnight. No, it didn’t even take that long to grow.
The thing is Yifan is there, standing on a corner from where he can see Yixing’s back. He’s sitting at the edge of the pool.
Yifan takes a deep breath, convincing himself that he can do this. He can do this. Or so he thinks (and Luhan, apparently).
He carefully sits next to Yixing, making the boy look up from his mind. Yixing’s eyebrows are arched and he stares at Yifan in surprise.
“Duizhang. Up this late?” he asks as Yifan sways his legs back and forth, enjoying the coldness of the water more than he should. This could end up badly for both of them in the morning, since Yixing also has his legs in the water.
“Figured you would like some company” Yifan answers, sparing Yixing a glance and smiles. He catches Yixing’s smile sideways. “I’ve been told you like to spend your nights here. Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold or something?”
Yixing shrugs “Nope. Nothing comes to me, a flu would hardly”
“What do you mean nothing comes to you?”
“You know. I’ve been single for a while now,” Yixing suggests, hiding a sheepish smile by biting on his lower lip.
Maybe it’s the cold, but Yifan thinks he misheard the last moment. Did Yixing say nothing comes to him in terms of getting laid? He can’t. How come a heavenly creature such as Yixing just… Not to get laid? Even someone considerably inferior as Yifan got laid - if you forget that Zitao was the conductor of said achievement -, why not Yixing?
Suddenly, Yifan’s confidence gets a rather pretentious boost. He feels like he can do it.
“I’m so tired,” Yixing coos, stretching his arms and managing an effect on Yifan for pronouncing his collarbones and neck. Not that weren’t pronounced before, the stretching did them some good.
“I can give you a massage if you want”
Yifan’s inner devil smirks in satisfaction.
“Would you?”
Now the smirk shifts into a full-scale laugh.
“Of course, come here.” Yifan stands up from the pool and guides Yixing towards the pool lounge chairs and stands waiting until the boy adjusts himself onto the seating, lying on his stomach and giving Yifan this fortunate view. He considers asking Yixing to take his shirt off, but refrains himself from being too obvious.
Yifan positions himself on the edge of Yixing’s chair and prepares his fingers by stretching them all at once, then working on Yixing’s shoulder. He opens and closes his fist on Yixing’s shoulder in a very amateur manner, but Yifan can say Yixing’s enjoying by the soft moans he releases.
It’s very difficult for him to focus on what he’s doing when Yixing is moaning pleasurably. He drags his knuckles all the way to the small of Yixing’s back and the boy almost melts down. That’s entrancing.
“Gege, there” Yixing whines, and that’s enough to have Yifan hardening beneath his layers of clothing. “Hit there!”
Yifan could warn Yixing, he could glare and tell Yixing off for being so obliviously inciting. But the thing is he loves it. That’s exactly why Yifan came all the way up here, and Luhan was damn right. He feels lucky now, even if he doesn’t get the final prize, he’s already a winner!
Except that’s a lie. A terrible lie. One that has him losing his mind with Yixing’s next yelp and bending over to press a light kiss onto the boy’s neck. Yifan always had little self-control.
It’s like watching fireworks exploding above their heads, as if after they explode the colorful remnants would fall onto their bodies and burn them a beautiful scar. Yixing lets his body instinctively arch from the seat and moans deliciously again.
Luhan you wise son of a bitch.
“Gege” Yixing whispers “D-don’t do it”
“Why should I? You clearly like it” Yifan says, hands never leaving Yixing’s body. The younger starts shifting uncomfortably, probably trying to get Yifan to stop touching him. However, to this point, Yifan already knows better.
“G-ge-” Yixing’s hand reaches blindly for Yifan, another pathetic attempt to get him to stop, but oh boy, he just doesn’t get it. He’s no idea for how long Yifan’s fantasized over this moment.
Resolute to break Yixing down once and for all, Yifan bends over, pressing another kiss on the boy’s neck. The reaction is even better than before for Yixing whines louder. His pleas of gege change tones as Yifan keeps kissing, and suddenly his hands leave the boy’s body. He’s not surprised when Yixing doesn’t move.
The next time he says gege it sounds more of a reverence than a supplication. And it’s all Yifan needs.
He stands up, minding to drag Yixing along because this is just not going to work if he remains sitting like that. The boy yelps in surprise, lips parted and hooded eyes when Yifan swivels him around, quickly wrapping an arm around Yixing’s waist and bringing them closer.
“What are you doing?” the boy asks, voice cracking and mismatched breathing. Yifan doesn’t answer, walking forward and forcing Yixing to accompany him until the boy’s back hits a wall.
“I want you” Yifan breathes, burying his face onto Yixing’s neck and inhaling as deep as he can. The boy shivers. “So bad”
“Wait, gege” Yixing tries, palms on Yifan’s chest ready to push him.
He’s not that easy. Shaking his head, Yifan says “I’m done waiting” and claims Yixing’s mouth carelessly.
It’s not a tender kiss; it’s fast paced and hungry. Yifan has a hand through Yixing’s hair and doesn’t care to hold it up, dropping it a few inches down so he can grip tight at the object of his fantasies. Yixing parts the kiss at the touch, sighing with desperation.
Yifan can sense the boy slowly falling apart between whines and fists that squeeze the fabric of Yifan’s shirt, pulling him closer, begging for more. Luhan never told him how easy it would be. If only he knew.
The threat of someone walking in on them wasn’t null, so Yifan rushed in pushing Yixing back onto the wall, dropping to his knees and bringing the boy’s pajama pants down, briefs along.
“Yifan!” Yixing exclaimed, hands trying to hide the not-so-disguisable hardness between his legs and there’s another unforecasted detail.
The elder swats his hands away impatiently, grabbing at the base of Yixing’s cock only to have him controlled.
“Take it easy” he adverts, taking his time to lick a streak across the length of Yixing’s cock before standing up.
The view is just astonishing. Yixing has his lower lip trapped between his teeth and his beautiful nose cringed in a weak attempt to suppress the pleasure of having his cock licked by his leader. Entrancing.
Suddenly, Yixing reaches up for his neck, rubbing his palms all over the expanse and what he can touch of the collarbones too. Yifan understands it as an invitation, so he catches the hem of Yixing’s shirt and brings it up, forcing the boy to raise his arms to allow the piece of clothing passage. Once the shirt has joined the brief and pants onto the floor, Yixing is completely exposed. Yifan takes a short step back to explore such a young and flawless body with his eyes, involuntarily licking his chapped lips as he lets his eyes run.
“Hurry,” comes Yixing’s voice. “Touch me here”
His hands are still rubbing his neck and collarbones and Yifan is eager to please, smirking and kissing the boy’s neck before softly biting on it. He earns this particularly dirty noise.
“God” he whispers, lips glued to Yixing’s jaw “You’re better than I thought”
“You’ve thought about me?”
“You have no idea”
Then Yixing is being swiveled again, palms on the wall to prevent his body from smacking the concrete mercilessly. Yifan is in a hurry, he parts the boy’s legs just enough for him to lift his butt the right angle so his hole is visible. The little, puckered rim contracts at the touch of air. They don’t have any lube or something to soothe the pain Yixing will definitely feel, but Yifan couldn’t care less about Yixing’s pain.
He massages the boy’s cheeks, spreading them apart to see him clench and Yixing’s legs tremble. It’s amazing. Yifan bends over and places a careful tongue on Yixing’s hole, having to push a hand onto the boy’s back to keep him in place. He slowly starts to lick it, savoring every one of Yixing’s moans of his name. Yifan coats Yixing with his saliva, being considerate enough not to finger him raw, and then he replaces the tongue for a finger, the pad circling the clenching circle in tease. Yixing cries.
“Don’t be mean to me, duizhang”
Yifan laughs “Don’t take me for a soft one”, and slows down, the finger now barely touching the outside of Yixing’s hole.
“Don’t do this, Y-Yifan!” Yixing turns his head in attempt to catch a glimpse of the other.
The elder presses his body onto the younger’s, rocking his hips just the right rhythm to have Yixing back to a moaning mess “Why? Does it drive you crazy?”
Yixing takes a few minutes to answer, between breathing and licking his lips in anticipation. “Quit the crap and fuck me”
It’s like the boy has just pressed the start button. Yifan smirks.
“Of course”
Yifan lifts Yixing’s hips as he inserts two saliva-coated fingers into the younger’s puckered rim. He pushes as far as he can, trying really hard to touch that spot he knows will make Yixing scream.
“Oh, yes, gege” the boy whines, pushing his ass back so Yifan’s fingers would go farther. Yifan likes the idea of watching Yixing fuck himself, so he stills the movements of his fingers and allows the boy to do as he pleases, soothing a hand over Yixing’s back as he pushes with a little more intensity, forcing Yifan’s fingers to reach that spot.
Yixing, Yifan soon learns, is very eager on being fucked, only stilling when the elder removes his fingers, nervous for the little attention his own hard cock is getting. He gets rid of his pants and spits on his hand, stroking his cock as fast as he can. Yixing’s breathing is heavy and it moves his back up and down in a sexy way.
Yifan places the tip of his cock on Yixing’s entrance, rubbing all over it just to incite the boy a little bit more. When Yixing gasps, Yifan thinks he knows just the right way to numb the pain he’ll feel. He brings Yixing to him and kisses his neck. The boy’s whole body shivers from contact. It seems effective, so Yifan sits on the pool chair and leans his back on the board, waiting for Yixing to adjust on his lap.
“Come here” he says, placing a hand on Yixing’s hip to bring him closer, back on chest. Yifan latches his mouth onto Yixing’s neck and kisses, bites and licks it until the boy is eagerly rocking his hips. Then he thinks it’s enough.
Without delay, he lifts Yixing just a little so he can line his cock in front of the boy’s hole. Yixing whimpers and helps by regulating his body. When he’s perfect lined, Yifan spreads kisses all over his neck and stops nearing Yixing’s ear. “Whenever you want, love”
Yixing seemingly wants it bad, for he doesn’t wait a single second to impale himself in Yifan’s dick. His mouth opens silently, as if a full-scale scream will be released, but nothing happens. He just keeps dropping, eating Yifan’s whole cock as if it’s nothing. As if he’s taken more.
“Fuck,” he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut. “It fucking hurts”
Yixing can’t go all the way, he lifts himself until Yifan is barely inside, then drops again, keeping the pace until his entrance is slack enough to give another try. Yifan holds his hips for support, pushing Yixing’s body down until he’s fully seated.
“Next time,” Yixing breathes. “Bring some lube”
Yifan narrows his eyes “Are you thinking about a second time already?”
But Yixing doesn’t listen to it, he’s too preoccupied with finding the best position to please the grind of Yifan’s cock inside of him. It’s seemingly bent forward, hands placed over Yifan’s knees and shins. Yifan is totally up for this position, it sends his dick straight to that particular area that has Yixing’s knuckle flying up to his mouth. It’s overwhelming, Yifan’s cock twitching and coating Yixing’s insides with pre-come.
As Yixing fucks himself, Yifan gets impatient. He’s almost reaching the edge, so he needs Yixing to be on the edge as well. So he claims the boy’s cock, rubbing a thumb over the tip to spread pre-come all across the length. The number Yifan works on Yixing’s cock has the boy indecisive about where he should go - back to have Yifan’s cock sinking further into him, or forward, to please his own cock and come faster.
He decides for forward, thrusting into Yifan’s hand as quick as he can, and soon enough, he’s shuddering and holding his breathe, and silent whimper as white drips from the tip of his cock, rolling down his inner thigh. It’s all Yifan needs to come too, thrusting harder and faster until he’s poured every single drop inside Yixing.
Yifan is so sedated he doesn’t even complain when the weight of Yixing’s body falls onto him and nearly obstructs his breath. He slides a hand up Yixing’s stomach and caresses it, making sure to breathe right into the boy’s neck.
“So,” Yifan starts. “How’s that for a massage?”
The other laughs, separating their bodies “You know that Luhan’s told me about your ideas right?”
The taller narrows his eyes with interest. “Then why did you stay here?”
“Let’s say I had my own interests.”
For: everyone
Word count: 3,5k
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Yifan loses sleep imagining how long Yixing could bear some neck stimulation.
The way Yixing’s body moves has been dragging Yifan on edge. He sways his hips and moves his arms with enough precision to draw perfect lines on the air. Yixing watches himself on the mirror as he dances, attentive to any possible mistakes or poorly executed movements. Yixing is an exceptional dancer.
Not that Yifan hasn’t already noticed - he has. He notices all the time, in fact, there is a slight possibility that he has memorized all the curves of Yixing’s calves on the floor. Yifan has noticed.
The thing is that, recently, something has been keeping his mind busy with hypothesis and prospects he knows shouldn’t be there.
It all started at the Weekly Idol recording. They’ve been warned about those MCs, Taemin spent a whole week pestering about their rather unorthodox methods and Yifan seriously thought he was overreacting, because what could be so harmful about Defconn and Jung Hyungdon?
Except that was not an overreaction, and those MCs are evil people. Yifan was okay with them teasing Zitao’s awful Korean skills and even the jokes about Jongin being a Japanese person, but when the duo decided to launch an attack on Yixing’s neck, things just went downhill.
Not that Yifan was unaware of the dancer’s incredibly sensitive neck - he was well aware -, but the fact never was an important matter. To Baekhyun, who always makes sure to breathe impossibly close to Yixing’s nape in teasing, maybe, but not to Yifan. At least not until the boy falls to the ground, body lax and screaming for help from the assault.
Something about how Yixing’s whole face was colored a light shade of red and how Yifan could see his gooseflesh motivated a certain curiosity, an urge to know how would Yixing feel if one doesn’t stop.
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“Are you memorizing his features?” Luhan asks, characteristic smirk on. Yixing is just a few meters away from them, and if it weren’t the melody being produced by his guitar he would probably listen to everything they’re saying.
Yifan could tell Luhan that there’s no need to engage in such matter, since Yixing’s features have been unintentionally graved in his head a long time ago.
“I’m… Wondering” he admits, taking in the way Yixing licks his lips in concentration, mind probably too busy from improvising the most various melodies. Right now Yixing is in his own world.
“Do I want to know about it?”
Yifan shrugs. “It wouldn’t change your life”
“Would it make it less boring?”
“Your life is not boring” Yifan insists, quickly shooting a look at Luhan before returning his attentive watch on whatever it is that Yixing is doing now that he placed the guitar down. The dancer has both hands busy on his phone, using his thumbs to type. Yifan tries to ignore the lurch in his stomach when the younger outlines one of those unnecessarily dangerous smiles. “None of our lives are.”
“What I mean is that there’s nothing interesting happening around here, and routine bores me the most you know what I mean?” Luhan yaws, Yifan isn’t really looking at him but he can hear Luhan’s sounds as he’s sure to make himself present. “So, can I offer you something for these thoughts? I bet there’s something interesting in here”
Luhan springs a hand to ruffle Yifan’s hair - quite unreasonably he might add - and he’s previously regretting his decision being honest.
“You know his neck?” Yifan pats his hair down as he speaks, turning to face Luhan.
“Yeah, I know his neck, everybody has a neck” the other frowns impatiently.
Yifan rolls his eyes “That’s not what I meant. You know our last recording at Weekly Idol?”
Luhan is a quick catcher. Yifan can tell he knows what he means just by the way he opens his mouth in a silent ‘oh’, eyebrows arching high and mouth stretching on a smirk.
“That about his neck?” he questions.
“Yeah” Yifan answers, watching the object of his fantasies return from the kitchen and plop himself back onto the table chair, settling guitar on lap.
“What exactly you’ve been wondering about it?”
What will happen if I blow at it? What if I nibble it?
He doesn’t voice it, deciding for a shrug and “For how long do you think he can take it?”
“Take what? Stimulation?” the way Luhan curls his tongue to pronounce the word has Yifan staggering, blinking more than necessary in a weak attempt to refrain his face from burning red. Luhan chuckles at his reaction; Yifan wants to hide.
“You asked” he mumbles.
“Hey, I’m not judging!” Luhan brings his hands up in representation and smiles. “If anything, I’m impressed. Never thought you’d be one to wonder about Yixing’s body parts”
Yifan ignores his remarks, returning to inspect Yixing. His position gives Yifan a partial neck view, and it’s just what it takes for the urge to act up. This never happened before, so much agony and anxiety over something he’s pretty sure never is going to happen. Yifan’s had a few experiences, some of which even including Zitao during a few of Yifan’s moments of questionable judgment, but none of said experiences worked that much unease in his system.
“You know, I think you should talk to him about it” Luhan speaks again, regaining Yifan’s attention only to have him rolling his eyes in reproach.
“Yeah, that would be great. ‘Hey Yixing, can I stimulate your neck? I just happen to be dying to know what kind of sound you’ll make if I touch you just right!’”
Luhan’s slightly gaping mouth has Yifan deeply regretting his last words. That wasn’t supposed to be said aloud. Especially not in front of others.
To Yifan’s surprise, Luhan doesn’t laugh or runs around. He simply sighs, which is very strange and so atypical that Yifan narrows his eyes in doubt.
“I mean it. Stop wondering, what harm could a simple question make? Besides, he’s been having bouts of insomnia lately, and the lack of sleep is starting to affect his cognition. Maybe you could offer him some company,” the elder says suggestively “offer to massage his neck…” Luhan giggles and Yifan presses his eyelids shut, trying to stop the blush to spread across his face.
“Dude… I don’t want to harass him; I’ve just been running with my mind, that’s all” lies, and apparently Luhan can sense lies.
The elder snorts in disbelief, standing up from his spot in the couch and dropping his face to pry Yifan a last look. “He finds refugee at the recreation area, by the pool. You should stay up a little later today, maybe you’ll get lucky”
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Yifan doesn’t have troubles sleeping. It’s actually an easy task, he lays in bed and closes his eyes. That’s all it takes for him to wander into the Shaper’s kingdom.
However, sleeping is being a herculean task to fulfill tonight. Yifan’s tried every single position he feels comfortable on (even the forbidden ones), he drank water and went to the bathroom. He even watched TV for two minutes before turning it off, deeming it inappropriate to ease his jitters. Yifan knows why he can’t sleep. It’s all Luhan’s fault, he’s planted a seed in Yifan’s imagination, as if it needed any more encouragement, and now his mind is fully awake, specifically directed towards the recreation area, by the pool.
Yifan’s seemingly out of choice - besides, of course, Luhan’s intelligent offer of wandering around the recreation area over the uncertain possibility of getting lucky. It’s not only about Luhan, actually. The blonde devil’s only job was to plant that seed onto Yifan’s brain - it’s his own work it grew overnight. No, it didn’t even take that long to grow.
The thing is Yifan is there, standing on a corner from where he can see Yixing’s back. He’s sitting at the edge of the pool.
Yifan takes a deep breath, convincing himself that he can do this. He can do this. Or so he thinks (and Luhan, apparently).
He carefully sits next to Yixing, making the boy look up from his mind. Yixing’s eyebrows are arched and he stares at Yifan in surprise.
“Duizhang. Up this late?” he asks as Yifan sways his legs back and forth, enjoying the coldness of the water more than he should. This could end up badly for both of them in the morning, since Yixing also has his legs in the water.
“Figured you would like some company” Yifan answers, sparing Yixing a glance and smiles. He catches Yixing’s smile sideways. “I’ve been told you like to spend your nights here. Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold or something?”
Yixing shrugs “Nope. Nothing comes to me, a flu would hardly”
“What do you mean nothing comes to you?”
“You know. I’ve been single for a while now,” Yixing suggests, hiding a sheepish smile by biting on his lower lip.
Maybe it’s the cold, but Yifan thinks he misheard the last moment. Did Yixing say nothing comes to him in terms of getting laid? He can’t. How come a heavenly creature such as Yixing just… Not to get laid? Even someone considerably inferior as Yifan got laid - if you forget that Zitao was the conductor of said achievement -, why not Yixing?
Suddenly, Yifan’s confidence gets a rather pretentious boost. He feels like he can do it.
“I’m so tired,” Yixing coos, stretching his arms and managing an effect on Yifan for pronouncing his collarbones and neck. Not that weren’t pronounced before, the stretching did them some good.
“I can give you a massage if you want”
Yifan’s inner devil smirks in satisfaction.
“Would you?”
Now the smirk shifts into a full-scale laugh.
“Of course, come here.” Yifan stands up from the pool and guides Yixing towards the pool lounge chairs and stands waiting until the boy adjusts himself onto the seating, lying on his stomach and giving Yifan this fortunate view. He considers asking Yixing to take his shirt off, but refrains himself from being too obvious.
Yifan positions himself on the edge of Yixing’s chair and prepares his fingers by stretching them all at once, then working on Yixing’s shoulder. He opens and closes his fist on Yixing’s shoulder in a very amateur manner, but Yifan can say Yixing’s enjoying by the soft moans he releases.
It’s very difficult for him to focus on what he’s doing when Yixing is moaning pleasurably. He drags his knuckles all the way to the small of Yixing’s back and the boy almost melts down. That’s entrancing.
“Gege, there” Yixing whines, and that’s enough to have Yifan hardening beneath his layers of clothing. “Hit there!”
Yifan could warn Yixing, he could glare and tell Yixing off for being so obliviously inciting. But the thing is he loves it. That’s exactly why Yifan came all the way up here, and Luhan was damn right. He feels lucky now, even if he doesn’t get the final prize, he’s already a winner!
Except that’s a lie. A terrible lie. One that has him losing his mind with Yixing’s next yelp and bending over to press a light kiss onto the boy’s neck. Yifan always had little self-control.
It’s like watching fireworks exploding above their heads, as if after they explode the colorful remnants would fall onto their bodies and burn them a beautiful scar. Yixing lets his body instinctively arch from the seat and moans deliciously again.
Luhan you wise son of a bitch.
“Gege” Yixing whispers “D-don’t do it”
“Why should I? You clearly like it” Yifan says, hands never leaving Yixing’s body. The younger starts shifting uncomfortably, probably trying to get Yifan to stop touching him. However, to this point, Yifan already knows better.
“G-ge-” Yixing’s hand reaches blindly for Yifan, another pathetic attempt to get him to stop, but oh boy, he just doesn’t get it. He’s no idea for how long Yifan’s fantasized over this moment.
Resolute to break Yixing down once and for all, Yifan bends over, pressing another kiss on the boy’s neck. The reaction is even better than before for Yixing whines louder. His pleas of gege change tones as Yifan keeps kissing, and suddenly his hands leave the boy’s body. He’s not surprised when Yixing doesn’t move.
The next time he says gege it sounds more of a reverence than a supplication. And it’s all Yifan needs.
He stands up, minding to drag Yixing along because this is just not going to work if he remains sitting like that. The boy yelps in surprise, lips parted and hooded eyes when Yifan swivels him around, quickly wrapping an arm around Yixing’s waist and bringing them closer.
“What are you doing?” the boy asks, voice cracking and mismatched breathing. Yifan doesn’t answer, walking forward and forcing Yixing to accompany him until the boy’s back hits a wall.
“I want you” Yifan breathes, burying his face onto Yixing’s neck and inhaling as deep as he can. The boy shivers. “So bad”
“Wait, gege” Yixing tries, palms on Yifan’s chest ready to push him.
He’s not that easy. Shaking his head, Yifan says “I’m done waiting” and claims Yixing’s mouth carelessly.
It’s not a tender kiss; it’s fast paced and hungry. Yifan has a hand through Yixing’s hair and doesn’t care to hold it up, dropping it a few inches down so he can grip tight at the object of his fantasies. Yixing parts the kiss at the touch, sighing with desperation.
Yifan can sense the boy slowly falling apart between whines and fists that squeeze the fabric of Yifan’s shirt, pulling him closer, begging for more. Luhan never told him how easy it would be. If only he knew.
The threat of someone walking in on them wasn’t null, so Yifan rushed in pushing Yixing back onto the wall, dropping to his knees and bringing the boy’s pajama pants down, briefs along.
“Yifan!” Yixing exclaimed, hands trying to hide the not-so-disguisable hardness between his legs and there’s another unforecasted detail.
The elder swats his hands away impatiently, grabbing at the base of Yixing’s cock only to have him controlled.
“Take it easy” he adverts, taking his time to lick a streak across the length of Yixing’s cock before standing up.
The view is just astonishing. Yixing has his lower lip trapped between his teeth and his beautiful nose cringed in a weak attempt to suppress the pleasure of having his cock licked by his leader. Entrancing.
Suddenly, Yixing reaches up for his neck, rubbing his palms all over the expanse and what he can touch of the collarbones too. Yifan understands it as an invitation, so he catches the hem of Yixing’s shirt and brings it up, forcing the boy to raise his arms to allow the piece of clothing passage. Once the shirt has joined the brief and pants onto the floor, Yixing is completely exposed. Yifan takes a short step back to explore such a young and flawless body with his eyes, involuntarily licking his chapped lips as he lets his eyes run.
“Hurry,” comes Yixing’s voice. “Touch me here”
His hands are still rubbing his neck and collarbones and Yifan is eager to please, smirking and kissing the boy’s neck before softly biting on it. He earns this particularly dirty noise.
“God” he whispers, lips glued to Yixing’s jaw “You’re better than I thought”
“You’ve thought about me?”
“You have no idea”
Then Yixing is being swiveled again, palms on the wall to prevent his body from smacking the concrete mercilessly. Yifan is in a hurry, he parts the boy’s legs just enough for him to lift his butt the right angle so his hole is visible. The little, puckered rim contracts at the touch of air. They don’t have any lube or something to soothe the pain Yixing will definitely feel, but Yifan couldn’t care less about Yixing’s pain.
He massages the boy’s cheeks, spreading them apart to see him clench and Yixing’s legs tremble. It’s amazing. Yifan bends over and places a careful tongue on Yixing’s hole, having to push a hand onto the boy’s back to keep him in place. He slowly starts to lick it, savoring every one of Yixing’s moans of his name. Yifan coats Yixing with his saliva, being considerate enough not to finger him raw, and then he replaces the tongue for a finger, the pad circling the clenching circle in tease. Yixing cries.
“Don’t be mean to me, duizhang”
Yifan laughs “Don’t take me for a soft one”, and slows down, the finger now barely touching the outside of Yixing’s hole.
“Don’t do this, Y-Yifan!” Yixing turns his head in attempt to catch a glimpse of the other.
The elder presses his body onto the younger’s, rocking his hips just the right rhythm to have Yixing back to a moaning mess “Why? Does it drive you crazy?”
Yixing takes a few minutes to answer, between breathing and licking his lips in anticipation. “Quit the crap and fuck me”
It’s like the boy has just pressed the start button. Yifan smirks.
“Of course”
Yifan lifts Yixing’s hips as he inserts two saliva-coated fingers into the younger’s puckered rim. He pushes as far as he can, trying really hard to touch that spot he knows will make Yixing scream.
“Oh, yes, gege” the boy whines, pushing his ass back so Yifan’s fingers would go farther. Yifan likes the idea of watching Yixing fuck himself, so he stills the movements of his fingers and allows the boy to do as he pleases, soothing a hand over Yixing’s back as he pushes with a little more intensity, forcing Yifan’s fingers to reach that spot.
Yixing, Yifan soon learns, is very eager on being fucked, only stilling when the elder removes his fingers, nervous for the little attention his own hard cock is getting. He gets rid of his pants and spits on his hand, stroking his cock as fast as he can. Yixing’s breathing is heavy and it moves his back up and down in a sexy way.
Yifan places the tip of his cock on Yixing’s entrance, rubbing all over it just to incite the boy a little bit more. When Yixing gasps, Yifan thinks he knows just the right way to numb the pain he’ll feel. He brings Yixing to him and kisses his neck. The boy’s whole body shivers from contact. It seems effective, so Yifan sits on the pool chair and leans his back on the board, waiting for Yixing to adjust on his lap.
“Come here” he says, placing a hand on Yixing’s hip to bring him closer, back on chest. Yifan latches his mouth onto Yixing’s neck and kisses, bites and licks it until the boy is eagerly rocking his hips. Then he thinks it’s enough.
Without delay, he lifts Yixing just a little so he can line his cock in front of the boy’s hole. Yixing whimpers and helps by regulating his body. When he’s perfect lined, Yifan spreads kisses all over his neck and stops nearing Yixing’s ear. “Whenever you want, love”
Yixing seemingly wants it bad, for he doesn’t wait a single second to impale himself in Yifan’s dick. His mouth opens silently, as if a full-scale scream will be released, but nothing happens. He just keeps dropping, eating Yifan’s whole cock as if it’s nothing. As if he’s taken more.
“Fuck,” he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut. “It fucking hurts”
Yixing can’t go all the way, he lifts himself until Yifan is barely inside, then drops again, keeping the pace until his entrance is slack enough to give another try. Yifan holds his hips for support, pushing Yixing’s body down until he’s fully seated.
“Next time,” Yixing breathes. “Bring some lube”
Yifan narrows his eyes “Are you thinking about a second time already?”
But Yixing doesn’t listen to it, he’s too preoccupied with finding the best position to please the grind of Yifan’s cock inside of him. It’s seemingly bent forward, hands placed over Yifan’s knees and shins. Yifan is totally up for this position, it sends his dick straight to that particular area that has Yixing’s knuckle flying up to his mouth. It’s overwhelming, Yifan’s cock twitching and coating Yixing’s insides with pre-come.
As Yixing fucks himself, Yifan gets impatient. He’s almost reaching the edge, so he needs Yixing to be on the edge as well. So he claims the boy’s cock, rubbing a thumb over the tip to spread pre-come all across the length. The number Yifan works on Yixing’s cock has the boy indecisive about where he should go - back to have Yifan’s cock sinking further into him, or forward, to please his own cock and come faster.
He decides for forward, thrusting into Yifan’s hand as quick as he can, and soon enough, he’s shuddering and holding his breathe, and silent whimper as white drips from the tip of his cock, rolling down his inner thigh. It’s all Yifan needs to come too, thrusting harder and faster until he’s poured every single drop inside Yixing.
Yifan is so sedated he doesn’t even complain when the weight of Yixing’s body falls onto him and nearly obstructs his breath. He slides a hand up Yixing’s stomach and caresses it, making sure to breathe right into the boy’s neck.
“So,” Yifan starts. “How’s that for a massage?”
The other laughs, separating their bodies “You know that Luhan’s told me about your ideas right?”
The taller narrows his eyes with interest. “Then why did you stay here?”
“Let’s say I had my own interests.”