Test Drive
Title: Test Drive
Pairing: Kris/Lay
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yixing doesn't sleep. He waits.
A/N; YeAh I'M FuckING DRUnk WRITING FAnfICTION AGAIN BEcAuSE IT'S AMERICA'S GOD DAMn BIRtHDAY. AHVE SOME TOP!LAY And NOT-So-BOTTOM!KRIS and TWO FICS IN ONE DAY liKE A CHAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
somneone on tumblr posted in the wufan tag saying they wanted bottom!kris so HEre You GO GURL i apologize in advance for typos or gramammatical errors because i tried reading through it but i just c a n ' t
OI LoVE TARCEY
Yixing is staring again.
“What.” Wufan flicks his finger over the touch display of his iPod, and Yixing watches the movement with a dry mouth.
“I'm going to sleep.” Yixing says.
Wufan snorts and gives a small smile. “Yeah. I'll wake you when we're about to land.” The whistle that blows through his teeth when he talks sends chills down Yixing's spine.
“Right. Yeah. Night.”
Yixing doesn't sleep.
He waits.
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He waits until they are back in the dorm and just as Wufan is about to go to his room, Yixing announces loudly that he isn't going to cook dinner. This causes a giant commotion in the group and all of the members immediately run into the kitchen, clearly in search of something cookable. At least, cookable on their level.
And sly Yixing, he has hidden the ramen and the rice, so the members will be occupied for a quite a while on their hunt for edible food.
Wufan is about to follow the others into the kitchen, but Yixing's fingers catch the leader's wrist.
“Nope.” it's all Yixing says before he yanks Wufan's hand, forcing the leader to follow him down the hallway and into the bathroom.
The leader only chuckles, though, because he knows this side of Yixing rather well. The side that bends under Wufan's fingers, the side that sighs under every touch, the side that is so willing and pliant and stuck in Wufan's memory twenty-four-seven.
Yixing knew this is how Wufan knows him.
He sort of wants to destroy that image.
So he drags Wufan into the bathroom and shuts the door, pinning the blond up against the wood surface and kissing him hard. It has been a while since either of them have been under each other's touches and Wufan greedily opens his mouth to Yixing's, falling right into the dancer's plan. The leader's hands are on Yixing's hips and he yanks the dancer so close it's hard to tell where one of them ends and the other begins, and Yixing lets out a soft noise, his teeth tugging on Wufan's bottom lip less than gently. Wufan growls lowly in response, hands sliding around to the small of Yixing's back and forcing their groins together, the temperature of the bathroom skyrocketing, condensation starting to form on the mirror.
“Yifan...” Yixing breathes against Wufan's mouth in the way he knows the leader likes it, low and whiny and needy.
“Shit,” Wufan gets a handful of Yixing's ass, kneading the flesh through the denim and making the dancer's knees buckle a bit.
But alas, Yixing has a mission. And he is not going to stop until he executes his plan.
Maybe in his mind things had been different, with the roles completely reversed, with Wufan begging and arching beneath him and maybe even making some interesting noises with wet eyes and hair in disarray.
Reality is completely different than Yixing's expectations because as Yixing's hands go to the curve of Wufan's ass to molest the round flesh, Wufan growls even lower into the dancer's mouth and pulls him even closer, if it's even fucking possible in the tiny bathroom, pressed up against the door. It isn't possible. But Wu fucking Yifan can do whatever the hell he wants because he is duizhang ok.
Yixing's knee fits between Wufan's thick legs, legs that are like tree trunks compared to Yixing's own skinnier (but still just as powerful) legs. The trunks of those trees squeeze Yixing's thigh and brings him upwards a bit, forcing Wufan's hot crotch to come into contact with his jean-covered leg. Yixing is pretty sure Wufan's clothes are going to melt off his body, he's so hot, the noises he's making are like a dragon breathing fire and the dancer's fingers stumble and fumble while undressing the leader.
Undressing being undoing the fastenings of his pants and pushing them down his hips because Yixing just can't bother to be patient for anything more right now. And Wufan is in the same state, the sudden surprise of Yixing dragging him into the bathroom to molest him probably infinitely pleasing him and yeah, yes, here we go, once again into the palm of Yixing's ready and waiting hands.
He's not really sure if Wufan has registered that he's naked from the waist down and Yixing still has his pants on, his cock hanging out of the unbuttoned opening and bobbing in the air, precum glistening on the tip. Or maybe Wufan does notice and doesn't say anything - well, he says something, but it's rather unintelligible because Yixing's teeth attach themselves to Wufan's collarbone when he tries to talk.
Yixing knows Wufan is aware in the shift of the atmosphere when Yixing tries to lift one of the leader's legs up onto his hip. Wufan doesn't resist but he doesn't exactly comply, his leg heavy in Yixing's hand and the smaller of the two huffs, glaring up at Wufan and huffing.
“For fuck's sake, let me,” he's breathless and all of his words slur together and he's pretty sure Wufan can't fucking understand him.
Because Wufan just fucking smiles at him and doesn't make a move to adjust his leg or help Yixing out in any way and it's pretty freaking clear that if Yixing wants this, he'll have to work for it.
Well fucking fine. Yixing was more than ready to run a marathon in the Olympics if it meant Wufan's ass around his cock in the end.
So Yixing finds the strength (magically) to lift Wufan's leg higher on his hip and their erections drag over each other, the heat and friction making the dancer's mind blank and the leader's breath come out in a small whistle.
“You want to fuck me?” Wufan asks, and it's with the same fucking snarky tone of voice he uses right as he's about to push into Yixing's asshole.
It drives Yixing wild. “Yeah,” he responds, his hand palming the underside of Wufan's thick thigh. Fuck, they're so thick, so strong, how are they even like this?
“Do you think you can?” the leader presses, his voice still in that stupid superior tone and Yixing knew it was going to be like this. Nothing could be fucking easy.
He knew that even if it was his cock in Wufan's ass, Wufan was always going to come out on top. So Yixing just sinks his teeth into Wufan's neck in response and ruts the head of his cock over the swell of Wufan's ass and without warning, the leader hoists his other leg up onto Yixing's waist and Yixing's knees buckle under the sudden weight and Christ that's not fair!
But Wufan isn't rejecting Yixing's idea and if anything the act of him wrapping his long legs around Yixing's waist is a sign of permission. And because Yixing knows what it's like to take cock up the ass he gently massages Wufan's ass cheeks and pulls them apart, his fingers sliding closer and closer to their destination. Wufan's shifting, and Yixing isn't sure if it's out of nerves or uncomfortable-ness or something stupid like that, and in the back of his mind Yixing knows that Wufan isn't capable of such emotions.
Wufan is going to take Yixing's cock like a fucking champ.
Despite his excitement, Yixing pulls one hand away so he can lick over his fingers, coating them in saliva; but what fun is licking his own fingers? They press against Wufan's lips next, already slick with spit and Wufan doesn't care, his mouth opening and sucking them in. Fuck, it makes Yixing want those lips around his cock, that tongue pressing along the veins and tracing the ridges because Wufan gives great fucking head. But at the same time Yixing knows time can't be wasted, because how long will this moment last? When will Wufan change his mind about bottoming?
Not that he's really bottoming or anything, because he's on top of Yixing and pressed into the door and still looming over the dancer and still has that fucking gleam in his eyes like he knows Yixing is taking advantage of the moment.
Yixing is taking complete advantage of the moment.
He pulls his fingers from Wufan's hot mouth and slide them along the crack of Wufan's ass, knowing that nothing else has been even near the sweet cavity before. That knowledge spurs Yixing into shoving a finger inside of Wufan without warning and, like the man he is, Wufan takes that finger with grace and ease, facial expression not even changing as Yixing starts to thrust the digit in and out of the tight entrance. Virgin entrance? Whatever, Yixing's finger was ruining it anyhow.
“Yeah,” Wufan suddenly whispers, his mouth right next to Yixing's ear. “Just like that. Savor it.”
Savor it, because you'll never get it ever again, the tone implies.
Yixing is up for that challenge as he adds a second finger, the pair scissoring and thrusting and stretching and Wufan is just so tight and he's letting Yixing do this to him so it kind of overwhelms the dancer, making him grind his hips so the length of his cock slides in the crevice of Wufan's ass next to his working fingers. Wufan doesn't mind because he just grinds down on Yixing's fingers and the dancer wonders, shouldn't it hurt? It fucking burned with the fires of a thousand evils when he bottomed for the first time, but maybe this wasn't Wufan's first time, maybe Wufan had let other people fuck him before and that's why he's so in control right now even though Yixing is pretty sure he's going to unwind and faint or something.
He doesn't faint after a few minutes of having Wufan's warmth suck his fingers in and in the back of his mind, he thinks about lubricating his cock, but Wufan must be a mind-reader because he wraps his arms around Yixing's shoulders and pulls him closer, the head of Yixing's cock bumping against the barely stretched entrance, knocking his own fingers aside.
“Fuck me,” Wufan commands, and it's not unlike the voice he uses when he tells Yixing to suck his dick.
In fact it's everything like that and more and Yixing can't resist as he thrusts his cock up into Wufan's body, feeling his cock, his brain, his lungs suffocating from the tightness and the heat suddenly surrounding him and did he black out? Because the next thing he knows he's opening his eyes and Wufan's hips are canting and grinding against his pelvis and forcing Yixing to move in and out of him, like Yixing can't control his own bodily movement. And maybe he can't.
Ok he definitely can't and maybe fucking Wufan against the bathroom door was a bad idea, maybe it should have been them in a bed with Yixing on his back (familiar) and Wufan atop him (familiar) as Wufan fucks himself down onto Yixing's dick (new).
Yeah that definitely sounds more appealing, but just for a moment, because Yixing's body thrusts up on its own accord, his dick gaining a will of its own - that will being to bury as deep as it can into Wufan's heat. And oh fuck it's perfect, tight and slightly dry and definitely not wet enough to make the repeated slides of in and out easy but Yixing can't care because Wufan doesn't care, fucking himself down onto Yixing's cock, his impossibly thick legs crushing Yixing's hip bones under their pressure. Well actually Yixing's hips are fine and his bones don't break but he knows in the morning it'll be completely unfair that he'll probably feel more sore than Wufan.
Their bodies rut and only the curve of Wufan's back is against the door, his hips lifted and his shoulders jutted out as he wraps himself around Yixing. It's glorious and fucking Wufan is probably the best thing ever, better than being fucked by Wufan, better than being dominated by Wufan - or maybe not because even with a cock thrusting in and out of his body, Wufan is still barking commands, with 'deeper' or 'faster' or 'harder' falling off his lips and Yixing is absolutely positive that in the haze of lust Wufan calls him a pussy a few times because he just barely reaches that spot inside of the other.
But once Yixing does find that spot Wufan shuts the fuck up and it's a lovely, welcomed silence because Yixing is stroking against Wufan's prostate without restrictions and his knees are barely able to hold him up, his legs throbbing all the way down to his ankles as his pants drop down to his knees with his motions and make it hard for him to shift positions.
“Fuck, fuck,” Wufan pushes Yixing away for the first time since they started, and Yixing pulls out with a slick noise and arched brows.
His brows raise completely off of his face and disappear into his hairline when Wufan bends over the sink, ass presented in the air.
“Fuck me like you want it, not like a fucking pussy.” Wufan growls, white-knuckled grip capable of destroying the whole sink stand.
Fuck. Can Yixing even really properly do this? Wufan obviously has needs that go above and beyond the average human and it's clear in the way he fucks Yixing and toys around with the dancer like he's some sort of sex puppet. Can Yixing return the favor? Wufan isn't being submissive by any means except for the fact he's displaying his ass for Yixing to abuse and fuck it, Yixing rams forward without a thought and starts fucking Wufan against the counter top, trying to be as aggressive and dominating as possible.
But it doesn't work because Wufan, even with marginal prostate abuse, is in complete control of the situation.
Yixing's plan to fuck Wufan gets tossed out of the window because no matter who was 'topping', Wufan always fucking wins.
It ends a lot quicker than Yixing expected it to, and Wufan didn't beg him like he wanted, didn't melt under him like he wanted. But it's still just as good because Yixing just wanted to know what it felt like to fuck Wu Yifan and by God, he fucking knew. And he would know for the rest of his life as he comes so hard his vision goes white as he spills into Wufan; he would know for the rest of his life because Wufan turns and hoists himself up on the counter, jerking his cock with one hand and forcing Yixing's head down with the other.
He catches Wufan's release in his mouth and it's just as delicious as ever, maybe even sweeter because this release was tinged with the memory of Yixing's cock in his ass.
It's delicious and glorious and Yixing knows he'll never get Wufan underneath him like how Wufan gets Yixing under him, but it's all just as good.
It's all just as good because Wufan presses a bruising kiss against Yixing's lips, fixing the dancer's pants and breathing against his mouth.
“Next time you want to fuck me, just fucking ask,” Wufan breathes against Yixing's mouth.
Yixing nods dumbly, because he knows Wufan will say no.
Wufan does what he fucking wants.
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Pairing: Kris/Lay
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yixing doesn't sleep. He waits.
A/N; YeAh I'M FuckING DRUnk WRITING FAnfICTION AGAIN BEcAuSE IT'S AMERICA'S GOD DAMn BIRtHDAY. AHVE SOME TOP!LAY And NOT-So-BOTTOM!KRIS and TWO FICS IN ONE DAY liKE A CHAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
somneone on tumblr posted in the wufan tag saying they wanted bottom!kris so HEre You GO GURL i apologize in advance for typos or gramammatical errors because i tried reading through it but i just c a n ' t
OI LoVE TARCEY
Yixing is staring again.
“What.” Wufan flicks his finger over the touch display of his iPod, and Yixing watches the movement with a dry mouth.
“I'm going to sleep.” Yixing says.
Wufan snorts and gives a small smile. “Yeah. I'll wake you when we're about to land.” The whistle that blows through his teeth when he talks sends chills down Yixing's spine.
“Right. Yeah. Night.”
Yixing doesn't sleep.
He waits.
-
He waits until they are back in the dorm and just as Wufan is about to go to his room, Yixing announces loudly that he isn't going to cook dinner. This causes a giant commotion in the group and all of the members immediately run into the kitchen, clearly in search of something cookable. At least, cookable on their level.
And sly Yixing, he has hidden the ramen and the rice, so the members will be occupied for a quite a while on their hunt for edible food.
Wufan is about to follow the others into the kitchen, but Yixing's fingers catch the leader's wrist.
“Nope.” it's all Yixing says before he yanks Wufan's hand, forcing the leader to follow him down the hallway and into the bathroom.
The leader only chuckles, though, because he knows this side of Yixing rather well. The side that bends under Wufan's fingers, the side that sighs under every touch, the side that is so willing and pliant and stuck in Wufan's memory twenty-four-seven.
Yixing knew this is how Wufan knows him.
He sort of wants to destroy that image.
So he drags Wufan into the bathroom and shuts the door, pinning the blond up against the wood surface and kissing him hard. It has been a while since either of them have been under each other's touches and Wufan greedily opens his mouth to Yixing's, falling right into the dancer's plan. The leader's hands are on Yixing's hips and he yanks the dancer so close it's hard to tell where one of them ends and the other begins, and Yixing lets out a soft noise, his teeth tugging on Wufan's bottom lip less than gently. Wufan growls lowly in response, hands sliding around to the small of Yixing's back and forcing their groins together, the temperature of the bathroom skyrocketing, condensation starting to form on the mirror.
“Yifan...” Yixing breathes against Wufan's mouth in the way he knows the leader likes it, low and whiny and needy.
“Shit,” Wufan gets a handful of Yixing's ass, kneading the flesh through the denim and making the dancer's knees buckle a bit.
But alas, Yixing has a mission. And he is not going to stop until he executes his plan.
Maybe in his mind things had been different, with the roles completely reversed, with Wufan begging and arching beneath him and maybe even making some interesting noises with wet eyes and hair in disarray.
Reality is completely different than Yixing's expectations because as Yixing's hands go to the curve of Wufan's ass to molest the round flesh, Wufan growls even lower into the dancer's mouth and pulls him even closer, if it's even fucking possible in the tiny bathroom, pressed up against the door. It isn't possible. But Wu fucking Yifan can do whatever the hell he wants because he is duizhang ok.
Yixing's knee fits between Wufan's thick legs, legs that are like tree trunks compared to Yixing's own skinnier (but still just as powerful) legs. The trunks of those trees squeeze Yixing's thigh and brings him upwards a bit, forcing Wufan's hot crotch to come into contact with his jean-covered leg. Yixing is pretty sure Wufan's clothes are going to melt off his body, he's so hot, the noises he's making are like a dragon breathing fire and the dancer's fingers stumble and fumble while undressing the leader.
Undressing being undoing the fastenings of his pants and pushing them down his hips because Yixing just can't bother to be patient for anything more right now. And Wufan is in the same state, the sudden surprise of Yixing dragging him into the bathroom to molest him probably infinitely pleasing him and yeah, yes, here we go, once again into the palm of Yixing's ready and waiting hands.
He's not really sure if Wufan has registered that he's naked from the waist down and Yixing still has his pants on, his cock hanging out of the unbuttoned opening and bobbing in the air, precum glistening on the tip. Or maybe Wufan does notice and doesn't say anything - well, he says something, but it's rather unintelligible because Yixing's teeth attach themselves to Wufan's collarbone when he tries to talk.
Yixing knows Wufan is aware in the shift of the atmosphere when Yixing tries to lift one of the leader's legs up onto his hip. Wufan doesn't resist but he doesn't exactly comply, his leg heavy in Yixing's hand and the smaller of the two huffs, glaring up at Wufan and huffing.
“For fuck's sake, let me,” he's breathless and all of his words slur together and he's pretty sure Wufan can't fucking understand him.
Because Wufan just fucking smiles at him and doesn't make a move to adjust his leg or help Yixing out in any way and it's pretty freaking clear that if Yixing wants this, he'll have to work for it.
Well fucking fine. Yixing was more than ready to run a marathon in the Olympics if it meant Wufan's ass around his cock in the end.
So Yixing finds the strength (magically) to lift Wufan's leg higher on his hip and their erections drag over each other, the heat and friction making the dancer's mind blank and the leader's breath come out in a small whistle.
“You want to fuck me?” Wufan asks, and it's with the same fucking snarky tone of voice he uses right as he's about to push into Yixing's asshole.
It drives Yixing wild. “Yeah,” he responds, his hand palming the underside of Wufan's thick thigh. Fuck, they're so thick, so strong, how are they even like this?
“Do you think you can?” the leader presses, his voice still in that stupid superior tone and Yixing knew it was going to be like this. Nothing could be fucking easy.
He knew that even if it was his cock in Wufan's ass, Wufan was always going to come out on top. So Yixing just sinks his teeth into Wufan's neck in response and ruts the head of his cock over the swell of Wufan's ass and without warning, the leader hoists his other leg up onto Yixing's waist and Yixing's knees buckle under the sudden weight and Christ that's not fair!
But Wufan isn't rejecting Yixing's idea and if anything the act of him wrapping his long legs around Yixing's waist is a sign of permission. And because Yixing knows what it's like to take cock up the ass he gently massages Wufan's ass cheeks and pulls them apart, his fingers sliding closer and closer to their destination. Wufan's shifting, and Yixing isn't sure if it's out of nerves or uncomfortable-ness or something stupid like that, and in the back of his mind Yixing knows that Wufan isn't capable of such emotions.
Wufan is going to take Yixing's cock like a fucking champ.
Despite his excitement, Yixing pulls one hand away so he can lick over his fingers, coating them in saliva; but what fun is licking his own fingers? They press against Wufan's lips next, already slick with spit and Wufan doesn't care, his mouth opening and sucking them in. Fuck, it makes Yixing want those lips around his cock, that tongue pressing along the veins and tracing the ridges because Wufan gives great fucking head. But at the same time Yixing knows time can't be wasted, because how long will this moment last? When will Wufan change his mind about bottoming?
Not that he's really bottoming or anything, because he's on top of Yixing and pressed into the door and still looming over the dancer and still has that fucking gleam in his eyes like he knows Yixing is taking advantage of the moment.
Yixing is taking complete advantage of the moment.
He pulls his fingers from Wufan's hot mouth and slide them along the crack of Wufan's ass, knowing that nothing else has been even near the sweet cavity before. That knowledge spurs Yixing into shoving a finger inside of Wufan without warning and, like the man he is, Wufan takes that finger with grace and ease, facial expression not even changing as Yixing starts to thrust the digit in and out of the tight entrance. Virgin entrance? Whatever, Yixing's finger was ruining it anyhow.
“Yeah,” Wufan suddenly whispers, his mouth right next to Yixing's ear. “Just like that. Savor it.”
Savor it, because you'll never get it ever again, the tone implies.
Yixing is up for that challenge as he adds a second finger, the pair scissoring and thrusting and stretching and Wufan is just so tight and he's letting Yixing do this to him so it kind of overwhelms the dancer, making him grind his hips so the length of his cock slides in the crevice of Wufan's ass next to his working fingers. Wufan doesn't mind because he just grinds down on Yixing's fingers and the dancer wonders, shouldn't it hurt? It fucking burned with the fires of a thousand evils when he bottomed for the first time, but maybe this wasn't Wufan's first time, maybe Wufan had let other people fuck him before and that's why he's so in control right now even though Yixing is pretty sure he's going to unwind and faint or something.
He doesn't faint after a few minutes of having Wufan's warmth suck his fingers in and in the back of his mind, he thinks about lubricating his cock, but Wufan must be a mind-reader because he wraps his arms around Yixing's shoulders and pulls him closer, the head of Yixing's cock bumping against the barely stretched entrance, knocking his own fingers aside.
“Fuck me,” Wufan commands, and it's not unlike the voice he uses when he tells Yixing to suck his dick.
In fact it's everything like that and more and Yixing can't resist as he thrusts his cock up into Wufan's body, feeling his cock, his brain, his lungs suffocating from the tightness and the heat suddenly surrounding him and did he black out? Because the next thing he knows he's opening his eyes and Wufan's hips are canting and grinding against his pelvis and forcing Yixing to move in and out of him, like Yixing can't control his own bodily movement. And maybe he can't.
Ok he definitely can't and maybe fucking Wufan against the bathroom door was a bad idea, maybe it should have been them in a bed with Yixing on his back (familiar) and Wufan atop him (familiar) as Wufan fucks himself down onto Yixing's dick (new).
Yeah that definitely sounds more appealing, but just for a moment, because Yixing's body thrusts up on its own accord, his dick gaining a will of its own - that will being to bury as deep as it can into Wufan's heat. And oh fuck it's perfect, tight and slightly dry and definitely not wet enough to make the repeated slides of in and out easy but Yixing can't care because Wufan doesn't care, fucking himself down onto Yixing's cock, his impossibly thick legs crushing Yixing's hip bones under their pressure. Well actually Yixing's hips are fine and his bones don't break but he knows in the morning it'll be completely unfair that he'll probably feel more sore than Wufan.
Their bodies rut and only the curve of Wufan's back is against the door, his hips lifted and his shoulders jutted out as he wraps himself around Yixing. It's glorious and fucking Wufan is probably the best thing ever, better than being fucked by Wufan, better than being dominated by Wufan - or maybe not because even with a cock thrusting in and out of his body, Wufan is still barking commands, with 'deeper' or 'faster' or 'harder' falling off his lips and Yixing is absolutely positive that in the haze of lust Wufan calls him a pussy a few times because he just barely reaches that spot inside of the other.
But once Yixing does find that spot Wufan shuts the fuck up and it's a lovely, welcomed silence because Yixing is stroking against Wufan's prostate without restrictions and his knees are barely able to hold him up, his legs throbbing all the way down to his ankles as his pants drop down to his knees with his motions and make it hard for him to shift positions.
“Fuck, fuck,” Wufan pushes Yixing away for the first time since they started, and Yixing pulls out with a slick noise and arched brows.
His brows raise completely off of his face and disappear into his hairline when Wufan bends over the sink, ass presented in the air.
“Fuck me like you want it, not like a fucking pussy.” Wufan growls, white-knuckled grip capable of destroying the whole sink stand.
Fuck. Can Yixing even really properly do this? Wufan obviously has needs that go above and beyond the average human and it's clear in the way he fucks Yixing and toys around with the dancer like he's some sort of sex puppet. Can Yixing return the favor? Wufan isn't being submissive by any means except for the fact he's displaying his ass for Yixing to abuse and fuck it, Yixing rams forward without a thought and starts fucking Wufan against the counter top, trying to be as aggressive and dominating as possible.
But it doesn't work because Wufan, even with marginal prostate abuse, is in complete control of the situation.
Yixing's plan to fuck Wufan gets tossed out of the window because no matter who was 'topping', Wufan always fucking wins.
It ends a lot quicker than Yixing expected it to, and Wufan didn't beg him like he wanted, didn't melt under him like he wanted. But it's still just as good because Yixing just wanted to know what it felt like to fuck Wu Yifan and by God, he fucking knew. And he would know for the rest of his life as he comes so hard his vision goes white as he spills into Wufan; he would know for the rest of his life because Wufan turns and hoists himself up on the counter, jerking his cock with one hand and forcing Yixing's head down with the other.
He catches Wufan's release in his mouth and it's just as delicious as ever, maybe even sweeter because this release was tinged with the memory of Yixing's cock in his ass.
It's delicious and glorious and Yixing knows he'll never get Wufan underneath him like how Wufan gets Yixing under him, but it's all just as good.
It's all just as good because Wufan presses a bruising kiss against Yixing's lips, fixing the dancer's pants and breathing against his mouth.
“Next time you want to fuck me, just fucking ask,” Wufan breathes against Yixing's mouth.
Yixing nods dumbly, because he knows Wufan will say no.
Wufan does what he fucking wants.
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