Cuddlewrestle
Title: Cuddlewrestle
Pairing/Focus: FanXing, kids!BaekChen
Rating: PG-13
Genre: domestic!au, fluff, crack
The moment a sliver of light passes through the blinds to hit Kris full on in the face, he squints in protest and subconsciously rolls over to avoid the rays of destruction to his most extraordinary beauty sleep. But of course, he's got to accidentally hit something on his way, because that something proceeds to let out a groan in response that oddly has Kris trying to shake the sleep from his mind.
"That's not how I was expecting to be woken up on our anniversary," is what follows in a low tone, fatigue clinging onto the voice.
Kris automatically withdraws the arm that had smacked his husband in the face, vision slowly clearing to find Yixing with half-lidded eyes and a sultry smirk lifting at the corner of his lips.
That look should be illegal this early in the morning.
Kris turns fully towards his lover as his hand naturally finds Yixing's waist to pull him closer, though he finds some protest in the action, body not as compliant and Yixing raising a brow in amusement. Kris makes a whiny noise of complaint from the back of his throat.
"Nu-uh. You're not getting away that easily."
Kris doesn't want to admit that Yixing's tired voice is a turn on, and it doesn't help at all that the shorter male is now biting the corner of his lip.
Not at all.
Kris groans and puts more force into it, but Yixing is now more awake than he was as he quickly pushes himself up with an elbow and loosens himself from Kris' hold.
There's a playful glint in Yixing's eyes, but Kris is rather distracted by the glisten on the other male's lips down to the pale collarbone and the way Yixing's loose white tee dips down at the neckline.
Kris lets out a low growl and does the same by getting up on one elbow and using the length of his upper body as his advantage, but Yixing isn't as weak as he looks as they easily fall into a wrestling match on the bed. Kris would never admit to it, but Yixing is stronger than him, and with a strangled groan the taller male quickly finds himself losing and being slowly pinned down to the bed.
He is quick to give up, both physically and verbally when his arm strength begins to wane. They're both panting, the smallest hint of perspiration magnified by the morning sunlight. Yixing's eyes have taken a different tone, lust clouding brown orbs and they meet feverishly in the middle, morning breath be damned.
Kris places a hand on the bed as leverage, but he still doesn't like the position and is quick to reverse them. Yixing allows him this time, falling back to the pillow with a small grunt and a tiny smile between parted lips. His eyes are half-lidded but for a completely different reason this time, but before Kris can dive back down there's a sound by the door.
"Papa?"
Both heads whip around to the source where a small boy is blinking innocent eyes at them, one hand still curled around the edge of the door and a white Alpaca plushie tucked under the other arm.
"Papa, are you wrestling with Daddy?"
Kris can feel Yixing shimmying from under him so he can lean against the backboard of the bed, though Kris is still having a hard time answering his son's question.
"Baekhyun-ah, go back to sleep," is all he can manage, though he doesn't like the words the moment they leave his mouth. He hates sending his son away when 99.9% of the time, he'd be calling him over.
"Can I join you?"
Kris practically chokes on air and Yixing tightens his grip around his wrist in warning.
"Baek-ah, aren't you sleepy? You said you were dreaming about flying," Yixing steps in gently, "don't you want to fly with Ace?"
The four-year old seems to contemplate this, letting go of the door to hug the alpaca to his chest. His cheeks puff out and his eyes slit in deep thought.
"If you sleep now, you'll definitely be able to remember flying in the clouds," Kris adds helpfully.
The little boy in his blue pajamas covered with white clouds seems to make a decision, a smile splitting his face at the words of advice.
"Okay. I'm going back to sleep to fly!"
Kris sighs in content as soon as Baekhyun disappears, waiting a few more seconds before he turns to his lover.
"Now where were we?"
Yixing snorts under his breath but his amusement is quickly drowned out by Kris' kiss, the older male's hand creating goosebumps as it slips under Yixing's shirt. He's a few steps short of touching a more sensitive spot before they both hear a quiet conversation being carried through the hall.
"Daddy says we're not allowed to watch wrestling, but he seems quite good at it with Papa."
"Really?"
There's shuffling in the carpeted hallway and Kris drops his head onto Yixing's shoulder with a groan, his husband patting his back sympathetically when Baekhyun reappears by the doorway with his brother at his side.
"Daddy, that's not fair, you said we weren't allowed to watch wrestling."
The other boy rubs an eye with the back of his hand rather cutely as he comments, apparently just woken up by his sibling.
Yixing hesitates. "Well, this is different," he ends up with, Kris' hair still tickling his jaw and the male's lips resting idle on his neck.
"Really? How?"
Jongdae has always been the more curious of the duo, and Kris had been glad that it had been Baekhyun when they were first interrupted. But now, there was no helping them.
"And you said you wanted another so that if Baekhyun ever got bullied, he'd have a brother in the same class to back him up," Yixing whispers accusingly at the nth groan Kris has let out onto his shoulder.
"Daddy?" Jongdae persists, bright eyes deceivingly innocent. Because there was too much going on in that boy's head even at the age of four.
"Don't you want to dream about flying with... Yeollie?" Kris tries as he finally pulls his head up to turn and look at his two boys.
"His name is Suho, Papa." Though this would be the fourth time that Jongdae has changed the name of the red dragon plushie Yixing had bought the boy for his birthday.
"Okay, so fly with Suho then."
"But I can always fly with Suho when we take a nap later. Can we join you now?"
Jongdae is too clever for his own good.
Yixing taps Kris once again before pushing his lover off of him rather unceremoniously to make space for his two kids. Ignoring the older male's grunt of objection, he pats the space between them with a smile.
His two kids return it with glee, running up to the bed and hopping and climbing with slight difficulty to join their parents.
"So we can wrestle too?" Baekhyun asks, looking up at Kris almost expectantly.
Kris sighs as he wraps an arm loosely around Baekhyun's side and frowns in thought.
Yixing comes to his rescue.
"That's not wrestling. The wrestling on TV is bad for you to watch," Yixing supplies. "This is called cuddling."
He proceeds to pull Jongdae in and tickle his sides, his son squirming and shouting in delightful protest as Kris matches his actions with the other.
After a round of Baekhyun and Jongdae's cackling, they settle with the two boys squished between the two adults on the queen-sized bed.
"That was fun," Baekhyun comments tiredly as he snuggles into his brother, alpaca forgotten in his room.
Jongdae looks over the other boy's head with sleepy eyes. "Papa, can we come and join you whenever you cuddlewrestle from now on?"
"No."
Yixing reaches over their sons to swat his husband on the back of the head.
a/n: put together on a whim for this prompt at exopromptmeme
dear op, I'm glad you liked it =)
Pairing/Focus: FanXing, kids!BaekChen
Rating: PG-13
Genre: domestic!au, fluff, crack
The moment a sliver of light passes through the blinds to hit Kris full on in the face, he squints in protest and subconsciously rolls over to avoid the rays of destruction to his most extraordinary beauty sleep. But of course, he's got to accidentally hit something on his way, because that something proceeds to let out a groan in response that oddly has Kris trying to shake the sleep from his mind.
"That's not how I was expecting to be woken up on our anniversary," is what follows in a low tone, fatigue clinging onto the voice.
Kris automatically withdraws the arm that had smacked his husband in the face, vision slowly clearing to find Yixing with half-lidded eyes and a sultry smirk lifting at the corner of his lips.
That look should be illegal this early in the morning.
Kris turns fully towards his lover as his hand naturally finds Yixing's waist to pull him closer, though he finds some protest in the action, body not as compliant and Yixing raising a brow in amusement. Kris makes a whiny noise of complaint from the back of his throat.
"Nu-uh. You're not getting away that easily."
Kris doesn't want to admit that Yixing's tired voice is a turn on, and it doesn't help at all that the shorter male is now biting the corner of his lip.
Not at all.
Kris groans and puts more force into it, but Yixing is now more awake than he was as he quickly pushes himself up with an elbow and loosens himself from Kris' hold.
There's a playful glint in Yixing's eyes, but Kris is rather distracted by the glisten on the other male's lips down to the pale collarbone and the way Yixing's loose white tee dips down at the neckline.
Kris lets out a low growl and does the same by getting up on one elbow and using the length of his upper body as his advantage, but Yixing isn't as weak as he looks as they easily fall into a wrestling match on the bed. Kris would never admit to it, but Yixing is stronger than him, and with a strangled groan the taller male quickly finds himself losing and being slowly pinned down to the bed.
He is quick to give up, both physically and verbally when his arm strength begins to wane. They're both panting, the smallest hint of perspiration magnified by the morning sunlight. Yixing's eyes have taken a different tone, lust clouding brown orbs and they meet feverishly in the middle, morning breath be damned.
Kris places a hand on the bed as leverage, but he still doesn't like the position and is quick to reverse them. Yixing allows him this time, falling back to the pillow with a small grunt and a tiny smile between parted lips. His eyes are half-lidded but for a completely different reason this time, but before Kris can dive back down there's a sound by the door.
"Papa?"
Both heads whip around to the source where a small boy is blinking innocent eyes at them, one hand still curled around the edge of the door and a white Alpaca plushie tucked under the other arm.
"Papa, are you wrestling with Daddy?"
Kris can feel Yixing shimmying from under him so he can lean against the backboard of the bed, though Kris is still having a hard time answering his son's question.
"Baekhyun-ah, go back to sleep," is all he can manage, though he doesn't like the words the moment they leave his mouth. He hates sending his son away when 99.9% of the time, he'd be calling him over.
"Can I join you?"
Kris practically chokes on air and Yixing tightens his grip around his wrist in warning.
"Baek-ah, aren't you sleepy? You said you were dreaming about flying," Yixing steps in gently, "don't you want to fly with Ace?"
The four-year old seems to contemplate this, letting go of the door to hug the alpaca to his chest. His cheeks puff out and his eyes slit in deep thought.
"If you sleep now, you'll definitely be able to remember flying in the clouds," Kris adds helpfully.
The little boy in his blue pajamas covered with white clouds seems to make a decision, a smile splitting his face at the words of advice.
"Okay. I'm going back to sleep to fly!"
Kris sighs in content as soon as Baekhyun disappears, waiting a few more seconds before he turns to his lover.
"Now where were we?"
Yixing snorts under his breath but his amusement is quickly drowned out by Kris' kiss, the older male's hand creating goosebumps as it slips under Yixing's shirt. He's a few steps short of touching a more sensitive spot before they both hear a quiet conversation being carried through the hall.
"Daddy says we're not allowed to watch wrestling, but he seems quite good at it with Papa."
"Really?"
There's shuffling in the carpeted hallway and Kris drops his head onto Yixing's shoulder with a groan, his husband patting his back sympathetically when Baekhyun reappears by the doorway with his brother at his side.
"Daddy, that's not fair, you said we weren't allowed to watch wrestling."
The other boy rubs an eye with the back of his hand rather cutely as he comments, apparently just woken up by his sibling.
Yixing hesitates. "Well, this is different," he ends up with, Kris' hair still tickling his jaw and the male's lips resting idle on his neck.
"Really? How?"
Jongdae has always been the more curious of the duo, and Kris had been glad that it had been Baekhyun when they were first interrupted. But now, there was no helping them.
"And you said you wanted another so that if Baekhyun ever got bullied, he'd have a brother in the same class to back him up," Yixing whispers accusingly at the nth groan Kris has let out onto his shoulder.
"Daddy?" Jongdae persists, bright eyes deceivingly innocent. Because there was too much going on in that boy's head even at the age of four.
"Don't you want to dream about flying with... Yeollie?" Kris tries as he finally pulls his head up to turn and look at his two boys.
"His name is Suho, Papa." Though this would be the fourth time that Jongdae has changed the name of the red dragon plushie Yixing had bought the boy for his birthday.
"Okay, so fly with Suho then."
"But I can always fly with Suho when we take a nap later. Can we join you now?"
Jongdae is too clever for his own good.
Yixing taps Kris once again before pushing his lover off of him rather unceremoniously to make space for his two kids. Ignoring the older male's grunt of objection, he pats the space between them with a smile.
His two kids return it with glee, running up to the bed and hopping and climbing with slight difficulty to join their parents.
"So we can wrestle too?" Baekhyun asks, looking up at Kris almost expectantly.
Kris sighs as he wraps an arm loosely around Baekhyun's side and frowns in thought.
Yixing comes to his rescue.
"That's not wrestling. The wrestling on TV is bad for you to watch," Yixing supplies. "This is called cuddling."
He proceeds to pull Jongdae in and tickle his sides, his son squirming and shouting in delightful protest as Kris matches his actions with the other.
After a round of Baekhyun and Jongdae's cackling, they settle with the two boys squished between the two adults on the queen-sized bed.
"That was fun," Baekhyun comments tiredly as he snuggles into his brother, alpaca forgotten in his room.
Jongdae looks over the other boy's head with sleepy eyes. "Papa, can we come and join you whenever you cuddlewrestle from now on?"
"No."
Yixing reaches over their sons to swat his husband on the back of the head.
a/n: put together on a whim for this prompt at exopromptmeme
dear op, I'm glad you liked it =)