I Need You (And You Want Me)
Title: I Need You (And You Want Me)
Pairing: Kris/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In truth, writing about ten of the eleven members had been relatively painless - super easy to do. But for some reason, Luhan's pen shook as it touched the page as it wrote down Wufan's name, his fingers trembled in a white-knuckled grip on the instrument as he wrote the first sentence.
A/N: First EXO fic, first of many actually lol I hope you guys are ready or me to enter another fandom... I love krishan too so. Yeah. e_e it's like my new minkey. Fml.
I AM SO SORRY FOR FLOODING YOUR F-LIST BUT I JUST HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS LATELY, OK, PLEASE BEAR WITH ME.
Leaders are important for any group. If a group can manage without a leader or any one member in charge, that group is probably super-human or... not human at all. Leaders control the chaos - or add to it, depending - leaders are the singular pillar, the - no no. Leaders are the mountain on which the members stand on, strong and sturdy beneath their feet, unmoving no matter what force tries to push them down. They rise high into the sky, their peak misty and mysterious and the only tangible thing that the members can hold on to. Leaders are courageous and powerful, each in their own special way; leaders are beautiful, strong and invincible.
Luhan stared down at what he had written in his notebook, his doe eyes narrowed a bit in concentration. He ran a hand through his wild hair, untamed after the shower he had taken after their schedule, and then he sighed as he sat back in his chair, head tilting back a bit.
What he was writing just sounded like hero worship.
'Write a little something about every member. In self-reflection you will learn how valuable the others are.'
Really, manager ge? Because Luhan was pretty sure he knew how important all of EXO was to him from the day they started training. In truth, writing about ten of the eleven members had been relatively painless - super easy to do. But for some reason, Luhan's pen shook as it touched the page as it wrote down Wufan's name, his fingers trembled in a white-knuckled grip on the instrument as he wrote the first sentence.
He was supposed to talk about how Wufan was important to him, in particular. Not just as a leader of a group.
But that was the problem - if Luhan wrote about how important Wufan was to him, personally, it would turn from hero worship to straight up idolizing and while, ok, Wufan would probably totally be flattered, Luhan wouldn't be able to live through it as he read his little essay out loud to the class.
(And really, what was manager ge's deal? Essays? Group meetings? Did he think they were being dysfunctional because Luhan seriously couldn't see what was wrong with them, maybe manager ge was getting stressed out because of the heat...)
Tapping his pen on the page and creating a galaxy of dots with the blue ink, Luhan sighed again. He needed a break. He couldn't concentrate in the empty kitchen in the middle of the night with everyone else all snoozing away peacefully. As odd as it was, Luhan focused better with the controlled chaos that usually filled the dorm with a pleasant buzz.
Foot steps padded down the hallway and Luhan glanced up, surprised to see the topic of his essay sleepily rubbing his eyes and doing a zombie-limp to the fridge. Luhan smiled softly and glanced back at his paper as Wufan opened the fridge and started to shuffle through the contents; he managed to write a few more lines, Wufan's very presence quite inspiring.
He is someone I need. I can't wake up and start the day without him - without his silent guidance and his calm, yet demanding nature, no one can function.
Again, referring to the group itself rather than just him. Because seriously, if he just wrote down 'I need Wu Yifan' and spoke those words out loud, he was pretty sure he'd never ever live it down.
“Why are you awake?” Wufan's voice floated across the table as he pulled out a chair, sitting down with a glass of grape juice. He sounded tired, groggy, but he also sounded like he wouldn't go back to bed until he knew what was wrong with Luhan and tried to help.
And there was nothing wrong with Luhan, actually - it's the essay that was wrong.
Luhan smiled, the watts unaffected by the late hour. “I'm almost done with my member essay.”
“We don't have to be done for another week,” the other boy said, the glass tipped against his lips as he took a sip.
“I know. I just... was on a roll and then I got stuck.”
I need you.
Wufan set the cup down on the table, his long fingers wrapped around the curve of the glass. Luhan's eyes wandered over every knuckle from tip to palm, and then his eyes went up to Wufan's strong wrists, up his forearm until the skin was hidden by the three-quarter sleeve.
“Who are you writing about?”
Blinking his doe eyes back up to Wufan's face, Luhan's smile didn't dim in the slightest. “You.”
Wufan glanced down at Luhan's notebook, and the latter was glad that his messy scrawl was probably indecipherable from the other side of the table. “Ah. Most everyone wrote a few sentences for me. You have... a novel.”
Alright, that made Luhan blush a bit. He curled his arm around the notebook and protectively brought it closer to him, laughing a bit. “I have a lot to say about everyone.”
The smile that curved over Wufan's lips, the one that didn't show his teeth, made butterflies erupt violently in Luhan's stomach.
“Right.”
Luhan, for some reason, felt like defending himself. While he did have lots to say about every member, he had the most to say about Wufan, and a part of him wanted the leader to know that. The other part of him reared its ugly head and screamed that it was a horrible idea to let Wufan know even a sliver of the admiration Luhan had for him.
“You wrote a lot, I'm sure it's fine like that.” Wufan brought the glass to his lips again, more of the burgundy liquid disappearing.
Briefly, Luhan wondered if Wufan's kisses would taste like grape juice. Shaking that thought from his mind he glanced down at his paper, reading over what he had written. Wufan was right - standing alone as it was, it was ok; passable, even. But there was so much more Luhan could write, and even though Wufan had joked about it, Luhan just might be able to write a novel about their - his - beloved duizhang.
“It needs a good ending.”
I need you.
He glanced up when he felt Wufan's eyes on him. It was a sixth sense that all members had, being able to tell when Wufan was looking at them. His eyes seemed to burn with the fire of the concept he was given, heavy and pressuring whenever they were gazing at one specific thing. Luhan always felt like his chest was crushing and imploding whenever Wufan's gaze caught his own - crushing and imploding and yet Luhan craved the destructive feeling. Whether Wufan was smiling, irritated, or contemplative, Luhan loved the intensity of the leader's eyes.
The look Wufan was giving him was something that Luhan had seen - and felt - before. It was a look that completely and perfectly complemented his own gaze on the leader, two sets of eyes that were once one, slightly distorted in their new homes and gazing with an intensity of different reasons.
I need you. Luhan's gaze said.
I want you. Wufan's gaze responded.
And yet that's as far as it would go; Luhan was always satisfied with the silent admission, it being the extra fuel he needed for whatever he was about to do.
I need you and you want me.
Luhan's pen touched to the paper again, Wufan's eyes moving down to the writing hand.
Without the leader none of us would exist. Without the leader I am directionless. The need for his guiding hand is overwhelming. He is the mountain and the clouds that drift over the peak, foggy and thick and misty to the touch. The lightest disturbance will dispel his presence, but he is always lingering around all of us.
This was slowly turning into a confession. Maybe Luhan would keep this mini essay to himself and just write a different one for Wufan; one that wouldn't be so embarrassing. He could turn this into a diary entry or something.
“Luhan,” Wufan said softly.
Looking up, their eyes met and that silent exchange went between them again. A light blush filtered over Luhan's cheeks when the gaze was multiplied by tenfold, Wufan's fingers tightly gripping the glass that was now empty, a faint burgundy ring staining the bottom.
They both stood at the same time; Luhan moving because he wanted to get out of the situation, close his notebook and wish the leader a good night and retreat to his bedroom. Wufan moved and was right next to Luhan, reaching for the spiral notebook and for some reason Luhan's reflexes stalled and he couldn't swipe it away from those sneaky hands. So, Luhan bit his lower lip and balled his fists at his sides, staring down at the surface of the table and waiting for Wufan's sardonic reaction.
He was startled, though, when Wufan tossed the notebook onto the table, the metal spirals creating a jarring sound.
“That's how you feel?”
Luhan swallowed the apple that appeared in his throat and nodded. “Yes.”
Smooth fingers tilted Luhan's face towards Wufan's, and the way the leader was looking down at him wasn't patronizing, it wasn't amused; in fact, it was nothing negative. Wufan seemed to be searching Luhan's expressive eyes, looking for any hint of a lie in them. Luhan knew what it must feel like for Wufan to hear - read - those sort of words about him. The members often commented on how he was a good leader, but no one went into depth. Occasionally they would touch on his kindness (it wasn't as rare as they made it out to be), occasionally they would dote on him, but Luhan's messy handwriting went above and beyond the scope of any members talking about their leader.
“You're right.” Wufan was so close Luhan could smell the grape juice on his breath, could see the muscles twitching at the corners of his mouth as they tugged a bit.
“I am?” Luhan almost stuttered, and was proud of himself when he didn't.
Wufan didn't answer, or give an explanation. To be honest, he didn't need to; when his head dipped and his lips pressed against Luhan's, their mouths fitting together with a hint of grapes, Luhan knew he was right.
I need you and you want me.
All at once his arms reached up to wind around Wufan's neck, their heights the perfect distance between them; Wufan didn't have to hunch over and Luhan didn't need to be on his tippy-toes to deepen the kiss. It was overwhelming, almost, the heat from Wufan's body surrounding him, his big hands all-encompassing as they roamed over Luhan's back, gently guiding his body to curve against him. The noise Luhan let out would later be embarrassing, but right now it seemed to only encourage Wufan, who easily lifted the smaller boy's body onto the table.
“Yifan...” Luhan breathed out, his head swimming. Why was he on the table? He was fine pressed up against - “Hnnh...”
Wufan's hands pulled Luhan to the edge of the table, the smaller boy's legs wrapping around his hips as their lower halves grinded together, halting any coherent thought trying to force its way through Luhan's mind. Their kiss broke and Wufan's lips left a burning trail as he mouthed down Luhan's jaw and to his ear, teeth tugging at the lobe and tongue hitting the sensitive spot just behind the cartilage. Luhan shuddered and let out another whine, his fingers twisting into the front of Wufan's sleep shirt, his chest arching as Wufan's palms ran down his spine slowly before resting on the curve of his lower back.
The taller let out a soft noise, a breathy and satisfied sigh, the sound shooting through all of Luhan's sensory systems and causing a tremor to wrack his delicate frame. One hand moved from Luhan's back and fitted between their bodies, Wufan's palm big and warm as it applied pressure to Luhan's crotch.
Tipping his head back, Luhan had to suppress the noises he really wanted to let out. The other members were still fast asleep but the heel of Wufan's palm pushed down and Luhan's hips tilted up into the pressure, a soft cry leaving the vocalist's throat.
“Shh,” Wufan hushed Luhan with a smooth kiss to his lips before one of his hands moved to gently rest over Luhan's mouth. “Quiet.”
Luhan didn't think he was kinky by any means. But Wufan's hand over his mouth, stifling any and all noises that left his vocal chords, well. It made Luhan cant his hips upwards into the taller man's pressing hand but it wasn't enough through their clothes, Luhan's blunt nails raking over Wufan's forearms lightly with need, trying to convey the message. This wasn't enough.
I need you and you want me.
Wufan wasn't a mind reader but Luhan's desperate bucks were clear as day. Keeping one hand over Luhan's gasping mouth Wufan carefully maneuvered the smaller boy's sweatpants down his hips to the top of his thighs, exposing his growing erection to the cool air of the night. Luhan's hands moved to do the same, Wufan's body feeling like burning embers at the end of a fire, hot to the touch and smoldering from the inside out. He couldn't see what he was doing, because Wufan's hand on his jaw had his head tipped back a bit, but when his fingers wrapped around the leader's hard cock, Luhan panted against Wufan's palm heavily.
Luhan suddenly found himself living for Wufan's voice. The huskiness of it, the rawness lacing every breath he let out, the occasional noise Luhan would elicitbecause Wufan was controlling himself tightly - controlling himself while controlling Luhan, who clearly couldn't have a handle on how his body was reacting to every touch, every kiss, every squeeze of those fingers on his cheek to keep him quiet.
The leader's body moved forward and the tips of their cocks bumped, their pre-cum connecting and mixing and sliding down the ridges of respective heads. Luhan whimpered against Wufan's palm, his lower stomach twisting in coiled arousal as his hips bucked a bit, his dick sliding down Wufan's shaft before jumping back up with a bounce. Wufan's face suddenly buried into Luhan's neck and the vocalist could feel the scrape of those perfectly white teeth against his skin, Wufan's moans muffled by the pressure of his mouth on Luhan's throat. A shudder tingled to the tips of Luhan's toes and his ankles hooked behind Wufan's back, their dicks now pressed together without space between them, Wufan's balls resting heavily on Luhan's.
Their position started to change, Wufan rutting his hips against Luhan's dick, Luhan's torso tipping back towards the surface of the table a bit. His teeth were scraping over Wufan's palm, nipping as his tongue traced his fortune lines, breathing heavily through his nose as Wufan tugged him closer to the end of the table, the edge digging into Luhan's ass as the angle changed. Wufan cursed against Luhan's neck and the smaller boy's head tipped back, dropping completely and hanging with his eyes to the ceiling, Wufan's hand still clamped around his mouth to block out the noises. But the noises were vibrating against Wufan's palm, Luhan's throat was throbbing with his pulse and constricting a bit as they dry humped and let their hands grab everything and anything they could.
Luhan's hands, for one, couldn't stay still, alternating between holding onto Wufan's biceps to keep himself upright and running over his shoulders and his chest, feeling the sinewy muscles under the tee and marveling at the way they shifted underneath the fabric of his shirt and taut skin. Wufan's other hand was at the apex of Luhan's thigh and hip, nestled into the crook to give himself a good anchor as he thrusted.
It was a dry mockery of what they both knew wanted to happen, but the place and the circumstances were wrong, even if the feelings and neediness were right.
I need you and you want me.
Suddenly Wufan's hand removed itself from Luhan's mouth and the smaller boy sucked in a gasp like it was his first living breath. The hand reappeared between their bodies, Wufan's long fingers and wide palms perfect for gripping both of their dicks, the pre-cum oozing from Luhan's doing a good job to lubricate the friction. The leader's mouth dragged up the line of Luhan's neck and he then smashed their mouths together, tongue invading, Luhan's neck popping with the strain of the angle of the kiss - Wufan domineering Luhan's arched position atop the table.
It wasn't beautiful or anything, when they came. Luhan felt his eyes roll back in his head, felt his jaw drop open, felt the moan bubbling low in the pit of his stomach before it was released from his mouth. And Wufan, oh, Wufan. Luhan opened his eyes just in time to see Wufan's gorgeous blond head tilt back, his eyes shut and his lower lip caught between his teeth, a vein pushing against the skin in his throat as he spilled his hot cum over their dicks and his still-jerking hand.
Panting, Wufan opened his eyes and looked at Luhan, who was mesmerized by the sight of post-orgasm Wufan. A small smirk curled Wufan's lips and it made Luhan's stomach churn again, but they were both too spent for anything else.
The warmth of Wufan's body left as he grabbed a wash cloth and wetted it with warm water, returning to Luhan, who might as well be a paraplegic after such an intense body high. Luhan leaned back on his hands, watching with hooded eyes as Wufan gently cleaned him up, and then cleaned himself up, fixing their clothes and thoroughly rinsing the cloth with water and soap before wringing it out.
“Yifan...” Luhan's voice sounded foreign to him, but it made Wufan turn to him with that soul-melting smile. “I'm not turning in that essay.”
Wufan's eyes dropped to the forgotten notebook on the table, and his smile widened as he let out a low chuckle. He picked up the notebook and tore the sheet of paper out that held Luhan's confession, and folded it up neatly.
“You don't need to.”
The leader held up the folded note to make Luhan acknowledge that he was going to take it. Wufan handed the notebook back to Luhan and then turned around, smile still on his face as he went back to his bedroom. Luhan looked down at his notebook and got off the table, sitting down in the chair again and picking up his pen, his fingers feeling like noodles as he tried to grip the pen.
The ink glided over the surface of the blank page, neatly between the lines. Manager ge could scold Luhan if he wanted to, but Luhan suddenly felt like that was something completely minimal compared to the monumental phenomenon he just experienced.
He tossed the pen down onto his notebook and left it on the table, getting up and heading towards his own room on wobbly legs.
Everything is history.
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Pairing: Kris/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In truth, writing about ten of the eleven members had been relatively painless - super easy to do. But for some reason, Luhan's pen shook as it touched the page as it wrote down Wufan's name, his fingers trembled in a white-knuckled grip on the instrument as he wrote the first sentence.
A/N: First EXO fic, first of many actually lol I hope you guys are ready or me to enter another fandom... I love krishan too so. Yeah. e_e it's like my new minkey. Fml.
I AM SO SORRY FOR FLOODING YOUR F-LIST BUT I JUST HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS LATELY, OK, PLEASE BEAR WITH ME.
Leaders are important for any group. If a group can manage without a leader or any one member in charge, that group is probably super-human or... not human at all. Leaders control the chaos - or add to it, depending - leaders are the singular pillar, the - no no. Leaders are the mountain on which the members stand on, strong and sturdy beneath their feet, unmoving no matter what force tries to push them down. They rise high into the sky, their peak misty and mysterious and the only tangible thing that the members can hold on to. Leaders are courageous and powerful, each in their own special way; leaders are beautiful, strong and invincible.
Luhan stared down at what he had written in his notebook, his doe eyes narrowed a bit in concentration. He ran a hand through his wild hair, untamed after the shower he had taken after their schedule, and then he sighed as he sat back in his chair, head tilting back a bit.
What he was writing just sounded like hero worship.
'Write a little something about every member. In self-reflection you will learn how valuable the others are.'
Really, manager ge? Because Luhan was pretty sure he knew how important all of EXO was to him from the day they started training. In truth, writing about ten of the eleven members had been relatively painless - super easy to do. But for some reason, Luhan's pen shook as it touched the page as it wrote down Wufan's name, his fingers trembled in a white-knuckled grip on the instrument as he wrote the first sentence.
He was supposed to talk about how Wufan was important to him, in particular. Not just as a leader of a group.
But that was the problem - if Luhan wrote about how important Wufan was to him, personally, it would turn from hero worship to straight up idolizing and while, ok, Wufan would probably totally be flattered, Luhan wouldn't be able to live through it as he read his little essay out loud to the class.
(And really, what was manager ge's deal? Essays? Group meetings? Did he think they were being dysfunctional because Luhan seriously couldn't see what was wrong with them, maybe manager ge was getting stressed out because of the heat...)
Tapping his pen on the page and creating a galaxy of dots with the blue ink, Luhan sighed again. He needed a break. He couldn't concentrate in the empty kitchen in the middle of the night with everyone else all snoozing away peacefully. As odd as it was, Luhan focused better with the controlled chaos that usually filled the dorm with a pleasant buzz.
Foot steps padded down the hallway and Luhan glanced up, surprised to see the topic of his essay sleepily rubbing his eyes and doing a zombie-limp to the fridge. Luhan smiled softly and glanced back at his paper as Wufan opened the fridge and started to shuffle through the contents; he managed to write a few more lines, Wufan's very presence quite inspiring.
He is someone I need. I can't wake up and start the day without him - without his silent guidance and his calm, yet demanding nature, no one can function.
Again, referring to the group itself rather than just him. Because seriously, if he just wrote down 'I need Wu Yifan' and spoke those words out loud, he was pretty sure he'd never ever live it down.
“Why are you awake?” Wufan's voice floated across the table as he pulled out a chair, sitting down with a glass of grape juice. He sounded tired, groggy, but he also sounded like he wouldn't go back to bed until he knew what was wrong with Luhan and tried to help.
And there was nothing wrong with Luhan, actually - it's the essay that was wrong.
Luhan smiled, the watts unaffected by the late hour. “I'm almost done with my member essay.”
“We don't have to be done for another week,” the other boy said, the glass tipped against his lips as he took a sip.
“I know. I just... was on a roll and then I got stuck.”
I need you.
Wufan set the cup down on the table, his long fingers wrapped around the curve of the glass. Luhan's eyes wandered over every knuckle from tip to palm, and then his eyes went up to Wufan's strong wrists, up his forearm until the skin was hidden by the three-quarter sleeve.
“Who are you writing about?”
Blinking his doe eyes back up to Wufan's face, Luhan's smile didn't dim in the slightest. “You.”
Wufan glanced down at Luhan's notebook, and the latter was glad that his messy scrawl was probably indecipherable from the other side of the table. “Ah. Most everyone wrote a few sentences for me. You have... a novel.”
Alright, that made Luhan blush a bit. He curled his arm around the notebook and protectively brought it closer to him, laughing a bit. “I have a lot to say about everyone.”
The smile that curved over Wufan's lips, the one that didn't show his teeth, made butterflies erupt violently in Luhan's stomach.
“Right.”
Luhan, for some reason, felt like defending himself. While he did have lots to say about every member, he had the most to say about Wufan, and a part of him wanted the leader to know that. The other part of him reared its ugly head and screamed that it was a horrible idea to let Wufan know even a sliver of the admiration Luhan had for him.
“You wrote a lot, I'm sure it's fine like that.” Wufan brought the glass to his lips again, more of the burgundy liquid disappearing.
Briefly, Luhan wondered if Wufan's kisses would taste like grape juice. Shaking that thought from his mind he glanced down at his paper, reading over what he had written. Wufan was right - standing alone as it was, it was ok; passable, even. But there was so much more Luhan could write, and even though Wufan had joked about it, Luhan just might be able to write a novel about their - his - beloved duizhang.
“It needs a good ending.”
I need you.
He glanced up when he felt Wufan's eyes on him. It was a sixth sense that all members had, being able to tell when Wufan was looking at them. His eyes seemed to burn with the fire of the concept he was given, heavy and pressuring whenever they were gazing at one specific thing. Luhan always felt like his chest was crushing and imploding whenever Wufan's gaze caught his own - crushing and imploding and yet Luhan craved the destructive feeling. Whether Wufan was smiling, irritated, or contemplative, Luhan loved the intensity of the leader's eyes.
The look Wufan was giving him was something that Luhan had seen - and felt - before. It was a look that completely and perfectly complemented his own gaze on the leader, two sets of eyes that were once one, slightly distorted in their new homes and gazing with an intensity of different reasons.
I need you. Luhan's gaze said.
I want you. Wufan's gaze responded.
And yet that's as far as it would go; Luhan was always satisfied with the silent admission, it being the extra fuel he needed for whatever he was about to do.
I need you and you want me.
Luhan's pen touched to the paper again, Wufan's eyes moving down to the writing hand.
Without the leader none of us would exist. Without the leader I am directionless. The need for his guiding hand is overwhelming. He is the mountain and the clouds that drift over the peak, foggy and thick and misty to the touch. The lightest disturbance will dispel his presence, but he is always lingering around all of us.
This was slowly turning into a confession. Maybe Luhan would keep this mini essay to himself and just write a different one for Wufan; one that wouldn't be so embarrassing. He could turn this into a diary entry or something.
“Luhan,” Wufan said softly.
Looking up, their eyes met and that silent exchange went between them again. A light blush filtered over Luhan's cheeks when the gaze was multiplied by tenfold, Wufan's fingers tightly gripping the glass that was now empty, a faint burgundy ring staining the bottom.
They both stood at the same time; Luhan moving because he wanted to get out of the situation, close his notebook and wish the leader a good night and retreat to his bedroom. Wufan moved and was right next to Luhan, reaching for the spiral notebook and for some reason Luhan's reflexes stalled and he couldn't swipe it away from those sneaky hands. So, Luhan bit his lower lip and balled his fists at his sides, staring down at the surface of the table and waiting for Wufan's sardonic reaction.
He was startled, though, when Wufan tossed the notebook onto the table, the metal spirals creating a jarring sound.
“That's how you feel?”
Luhan swallowed the apple that appeared in his throat and nodded. “Yes.”
Smooth fingers tilted Luhan's face towards Wufan's, and the way the leader was looking down at him wasn't patronizing, it wasn't amused; in fact, it was nothing negative. Wufan seemed to be searching Luhan's expressive eyes, looking for any hint of a lie in them. Luhan knew what it must feel like for Wufan to hear - read - those sort of words about him. The members often commented on how he was a good leader, but no one went into depth. Occasionally they would touch on his kindness (it wasn't as rare as they made it out to be), occasionally they would dote on him, but Luhan's messy handwriting went above and beyond the scope of any members talking about their leader.
“You're right.” Wufan was so close Luhan could smell the grape juice on his breath, could see the muscles twitching at the corners of his mouth as they tugged a bit.
“I am?” Luhan almost stuttered, and was proud of himself when he didn't.
Wufan didn't answer, or give an explanation. To be honest, he didn't need to; when his head dipped and his lips pressed against Luhan's, their mouths fitting together with a hint of grapes, Luhan knew he was right.
I need you and you want me.
All at once his arms reached up to wind around Wufan's neck, their heights the perfect distance between them; Wufan didn't have to hunch over and Luhan didn't need to be on his tippy-toes to deepen the kiss. It was overwhelming, almost, the heat from Wufan's body surrounding him, his big hands all-encompassing as they roamed over Luhan's back, gently guiding his body to curve against him. The noise Luhan let out would later be embarrassing, but right now it seemed to only encourage Wufan, who easily lifted the smaller boy's body onto the table.
“Yifan...” Luhan breathed out, his head swimming. Why was he on the table? He was fine pressed up against - “Hnnh...”
Wufan's hands pulled Luhan to the edge of the table, the smaller boy's legs wrapping around his hips as their lower halves grinded together, halting any coherent thought trying to force its way through Luhan's mind. Their kiss broke and Wufan's lips left a burning trail as he mouthed down Luhan's jaw and to his ear, teeth tugging at the lobe and tongue hitting the sensitive spot just behind the cartilage. Luhan shuddered and let out another whine, his fingers twisting into the front of Wufan's sleep shirt, his chest arching as Wufan's palms ran down his spine slowly before resting on the curve of his lower back.
The taller let out a soft noise, a breathy and satisfied sigh, the sound shooting through all of Luhan's sensory systems and causing a tremor to wrack his delicate frame. One hand moved from Luhan's back and fitted between their bodies, Wufan's palm big and warm as it applied pressure to Luhan's crotch.
Tipping his head back, Luhan had to suppress the noises he really wanted to let out. The other members were still fast asleep but the heel of Wufan's palm pushed down and Luhan's hips tilted up into the pressure, a soft cry leaving the vocalist's throat.
“Shh,” Wufan hushed Luhan with a smooth kiss to his lips before one of his hands moved to gently rest over Luhan's mouth. “Quiet.”
Luhan didn't think he was kinky by any means. But Wufan's hand over his mouth, stifling any and all noises that left his vocal chords, well. It made Luhan cant his hips upwards into the taller man's pressing hand but it wasn't enough through their clothes, Luhan's blunt nails raking over Wufan's forearms lightly with need, trying to convey the message. This wasn't enough.
I need you and you want me.
Wufan wasn't a mind reader but Luhan's desperate bucks were clear as day. Keeping one hand over Luhan's gasping mouth Wufan carefully maneuvered the smaller boy's sweatpants down his hips to the top of his thighs, exposing his growing erection to the cool air of the night. Luhan's hands moved to do the same, Wufan's body feeling like burning embers at the end of a fire, hot to the touch and smoldering from the inside out. He couldn't see what he was doing, because Wufan's hand on his jaw had his head tipped back a bit, but when his fingers wrapped around the leader's hard cock, Luhan panted against Wufan's palm heavily.
Luhan suddenly found himself living for Wufan's voice. The huskiness of it, the rawness lacing every breath he let out, the occasional noise Luhan would elicitbecause Wufan was controlling himself tightly - controlling himself while controlling Luhan, who clearly couldn't have a handle on how his body was reacting to every touch, every kiss, every squeeze of those fingers on his cheek to keep him quiet.
The leader's body moved forward and the tips of their cocks bumped, their pre-cum connecting and mixing and sliding down the ridges of respective heads. Luhan whimpered against Wufan's palm, his lower stomach twisting in coiled arousal as his hips bucked a bit, his dick sliding down Wufan's shaft before jumping back up with a bounce. Wufan's face suddenly buried into Luhan's neck and the vocalist could feel the scrape of those perfectly white teeth against his skin, Wufan's moans muffled by the pressure of his mouth on Luhan's throat. A shudder tingled to the tips of Luhan's toes and his ankles hooked behind Wufan's back, their dicks now pressed together without space between them, Wufan's balls resting heavily on Luhan's.
Their position started to change, Wufan rutting his hips against Luhan's dick, Luhan's torso tipping back towards the surface of the table a bit. His teeth were scraping over Wufan's palm, nipping as his tongue traced his fortune lines, breathing heavily through his nose as Wufan tugged him closer to the end of the table, the edge digging into Luhan's ass as the angle changed. Wufan cursed against Luhan's neck and the smaller boy's head tipped back, dropping completely and hanging with his eyes to the ceiling, Wufan's hand still clamped around his mouth to block out the noises. But the noises were vibrating against Wufan's palm, Luhan's throat was throbbing with his pulse and constricting a bit as they dry humped and let their hands grab everything and anything they could.
Luhan's hands, for one, couldn't stay still, alternating between holding onto Wufan's biceps to keep himself upright and running over his shoulders and his chest, feeling the sinewy muscles under the tee and marveling at the way they shifted underneath the fabric of his shirt and taut skin. Wufan's other hand was at the apex of Luhan's thigh and hip, nestled into the crook to give himself a good anchor as he thrusted.
It was a dry mockery of what they both knew wanted to happen, but the place and the circumstances were wrong, even if the feelings and neediness were right.
I need you and you want me.
Suddenly Wufan's hand removed itself from Luhan's mouth and the smaller boy sucked in a gasp like it was his first living breath. The hand reappeared between their bodies, Wufan's long fingers and wide palms perfect for gripping both of their dicks, the pre-cum oozing from Luhan's doing a good job to lubricate the friction. The leader's mouth dragged up the line of Luhan's neck and he then smashed their mouths together, tongue invading, Luhan's neck popping with the strain of the angle of the kiss - Wufan domineering Luhan's arched position atop the table.
It wasn't beautiful or anything, when they came. Luhan felt his eyes roll back in his head, felt his jaw drop open, felt the moan bubbling low in the pit of his stomach before it was released from his mouth. And Wufan, oh, Wufan. Luhan opened his eyes just in time to see Wufan's gorgeous blond head tilt back, his eyes shut and his lower lip caught between his teeth, a vein pushing against the skin in his throat as he spilled his hot cum over their dicks and his still-jerking hand.
Panting, Wufan opened his eyes and looked at Luhan, who was mesmerized by the sight of post-orgasm Wufan. A small smirk curled Wufan's lips and it made Luhan's stomach churn again, but they were both too spent for anything else.
The warmth of Wufan's body left as he grabbed a wash cloth and wetted it with warm water, returning to Luhan, who might as well be a paraplegic after such an intense body high. Luhan leaned back on his hands, watching with hooded eyes as Wufan gently cleaned him up, and then cleaned himself up, fixing their clothes and thoroughly rinsing the cloth with water and soap before wringing it out.
“Yifan...” Luhan's voice sounded foreign to him, but it made Wufan turn to him with that soul-melting smile. “I'm not turning in that essay.”
Wufan's eyes dropped to the forgotten notebook on the table, and his smile widened as he let out a low chuckle. He picked up the notebook and tore the sheet of paper out that held Luhan's confession, and folded it up neatly.
“You don't need to.”
The leader held up the folded note to make Luhan acknowledge that he was going to take it. Wufan handed the notebook back to Luhan and then turned around, smile still on his face as he went back to his bedroom. Luhan looked down at his notebook and got off the table, sitting down in the chair again and picking up his pen, his fingers feeling like noodles as he tried to grip the pen.
The ink glided over the surface of the blank page, neatly between the lines. Manager ge could scold Luhan if he wanted to, but Luhan suddenly felt like that was something completely minimal compared to the monumental phenomenon he just experienced.
He tossed the pen down onto his notebook and left it on the table, getting up and heading towards his own room on wobbly legs.
Everything is history.
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