[exo] sleeping beauties, princes, and princesses
|| luhan x yixing | pg | romance, fluff ||
warning: #HowToGrammar // disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended whatsoever.
summary: even when huang zitao isn't in the picture, luhan still finds reason to jealous.
a/n: same verse as this. i'd suggest reading that first.
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sleeping beauties, princes, and princesses ;;
Luhan feels the bed dip and the soft pressure of lips to his forehead. He hears a whisper, the warm breath in the shell of his ear sending tingling sensations all the way to the bottom of his belly. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”
He blinks the sleepiness away from his eyes and grins softly. “I don’t have to be awake to shine though,” he yawns widely. “Pretty sure I’m a beacon of light even when I’m asleep,” Luhan says and gets a snort in response. The grin on his face widens. “Good morning princess.”
Yixing smiles - his dimple winking, and reaches out a hand to playfully ruffle the older boy’s hair. There’s a twinkle in his eyes and an affectionate tone in his voice as he says, “Pretty sure you messed up your fairy-tales again. You’re sleeping beauty, and I’m the prince who chased away the haze of your dreams with a kiss. Prince, Luhan, prince. Not princess.”
“Pretty sure it doesn’t matter,” Luhan retorts lightly. “You can say whatever you want, Yixing, but it won’t change the fact that you’re my princess. And soon enough, you’ll be my queen.”
Yixing laughs a soft tinkling laugh.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, you highness,” he says with a quirk of his eyebrow.
Luhan frowns and jabs him in the chest with a forefinger. “How many times must I tell you to not call me that?”
The corners of Yixing’s lips lift up fractionally into a smirk.
“You can say whatever you want, Luhan, but it won’t change the fact that you’ll always be known as ‘your highness’ to me. And guess what? Soon enough, you’ll be known as ‘your majesty’. So yes, just live with it hmm?”
“You’re awful, you know that?” the boy pouts petulantly. “And I hate you.”
“So does that mean I’m off the hook from becoming your queen?” Yixing makes a show out of pretending like all his wishes have come true. He chuckles internally at the crestfallen expression on the older boy’s face.
Luhan huffs irritably and moves to sit up. “Fine, whatever. Do whatever you want. See if I care. Hint, the answer starts with the letter ‘N’ and it rhymes with the word ‘hoe’.”
Yixing wants to laugh out loud at the elder’s absurdity because Seriously Luhan, could you maybe be more childish?
He forces it down his throat when he sees the other boy scrambling to get off the bed.
Yixing pounces on him, pushing Luhan back into the mattress and landing directly above him - hands on either side of the elder’s head.
His lips stretch into a feral grin as he stares into the wide eyes of the boy pinned beneath him. “So you’re saying you won’t care even if we never have sex with each other again?”
He grinds their hips together - smirking widely when a small whine escapes Luhan. “Because I have permission to do whatever I want right?”
Luhan narrows his eyes and glares at the younger boy. “You’re evil, Zhang Yixing, evil I tell you. Even more so than Huang Zitao and his panda cookies.”
Yixing laughs lightly and rolls off the elder, choosing to snuggle in to Luhan’s side instead. “Aww come on baobei, I’m just teasing,” he buries his face into the crook of Luhan’s neck and murmurs against the soft sweet-smelling skin. “You know I love you right?”
“You sure about that? Because you have an awfully strange way of showing your affections,” Luhan huffs lightly - no real bite in his words.
Wrapping his arms snugly around his prince’s waist and snuggling in closer to his warmth, Yixing raises his head and presses a kiss to the side of Luhan’s lips. “Wo ai ni, Xiao Lu.”
Luhan breaks out into a smile. “I love you too, angel.”
“Should we have breakfast then? I made you orange juice because my baby is a baby who doesn’t like coffee,” Yixing grins up and starts to move away.
The older boy grabs his wrist and pulls - causing the younger to fall back with a soft “oompf”.
“Not so fast. Why can’t we sleep in today, Xingtuo? I don’t want to get up yet.”
“We have class in two hours, Luhan,” Yixing says gently with a small grin playing on his lips. “And although I’d love to spend the rest of the morning in bed with you, we really shouldn’t skip class. It wouldn’t do us any good if our parents knew.
Luhan frowns. “Shouldn’t I get special privileges or something?” he asks. “Since I’m prince and all.”
“Well yeah, in China perhaps,” the younger boy replies. “But we’re in America, baobei. I don’t think the same rule applies here?”
“And I can’t miss dance class today; we’re having tryouts for the freshmen. So please be a good boy and get up ok?” he crawls out of bed and begins moving towards the bathroom.
Luhan blinks. “Wait,” he says, “Jongin is in your dance class, isn’t he?” he spits out the name maliciously, a look of contempt crossing his facial features.
Yixing halts in his steps. Luhan-ah, he thinks with a devilish grin, you’re too easy.
He schools his face into an expression of indifference and turns to look at the elder. “Yes he is,” Yixing nods. “He’s also the co-captain and my dance partner. Why?” he fights the urge to laugh when he sees Luhan’s face darken.
Luhan struggles to sit up and points a finger accusingly at the younger male. “You’re still not over him, are you?” he pouts. “That’s why you won’t agree to marry me and be my queen right? Admit it Zhang, Kim Jongin has been seducing you behind my back, hasn’t he?”
Yixing bursts out laughing at the older boy’s indignant face. “Pabo-ah, you’re not even king. I won’t even have the godawful title of queen if I marry you.”
“I will be, soon enough. Once I reach twenty-one, I’ll take over the throne.”
“Not if you don’t graduate high school you won’t,” Yixing retorts with a smile, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready for class.” He enters the bathroom.
“You get your ass back here right this instance, Zhang Yixing. I’m not done talking.”
The toilet flushes.
Yixing pops his head out. “I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse, your highness.”
Luhan raises an eyebrow. “You’re going against me for school?” Yixing shrugs.
“I’ll just deal with the consequences tonight.”
***
- just an excuse to write fluffy layhan in bed, really /rolls away
- please leave a comment thanks ^^ it'd be highly appreciated yo :D
- planning to expand this verse. suggestions? scenarios?
also! come say hello on twitter and/or ask.fm ♥
warning: #HowToGrammar // disclaimer: no copyright infringement intended whatsoever.
summary: even when huang zitao isn't in the picture, luhan still finds reason to jealous.
a/n: same verse as this. i'd suggest reading that first.
***
sleeping beauties, princes, and princesses ;;
Luhan feels the bed dip and the soft pressure of lips to his forehead. He hears a whisper, the warm breath in the shell of his ear sending tingling sensations all the way to the bottom of his belly. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”
He blinks the sleepiness away from his eyes and grins softly. “I don’t have to be awake to shine though,” he yawns widely. “Pretty sure I’m a beacon of light even when I’m asleep,” Luhan says and gets a snort in response. The grin on his face widens. “Good morning princess.”
Yixing smiles - his dimple winking, and reaches out a hand to playfully ruffle the older boy’s hair. There’s a twinkle in his eyes and an affectionate tone in his voice as he says, “Pretty sure you messed up your fairy-tales again. You’re sleeping beauty, and I’m the prince who chased away the haze of your dreams with a kiss. Prince, Luhan, prince. Not princess.”
“Pretty sure it doesn’t matter,” Luhan retorts lightly. “You can say whatever you want, Yixing, but it won’t change the fact that you’re my princess. And soon enough, you’ll be my queen.”
Yixing laughs a soft tinkling laugh.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, you highness,” he says with a quirk of his eyebrow.
Luhan frowns and jabs him in the chest with a forefinger. “How many times must I tell you to not call me that?”
The corners of Yixing’s lips lift up fractionally into a smirk.
“You can say whatever you want, Luhan, but it won’t change the fact that you’ll always be known as ‘your highness’ to me. And guess what? Soon enough, you’ll be known as ‘your majesty’. So yes, just live with it hmm?”
“You’re awful, you know that?” the boy pouts petulantly. “And I hate you.”
“So does that mean I’m off the hook from becoming your queen?” Yixing makes a show out of pretending like all his wishes have come true. He chuckles internally at the crestfallen expression on the older boy’s face.
Luhan huffs irritably and moves to sit up. “Fine, whatever. Do whatever you want. See if I care. Hint, the answer starts with the letter ‘N’ and it rhymes with the word ‘hoe’.”
Yixing wants to laugh out loud at the elder’s absurdity because Seriously Luhan, could you maybe be more childish?
He forces it down his throat when he sees the other boy scrambling to get off the bed.
Yixing pounces on him, pushing Luhan back into the mattress and landing directly above him - hands on either side of the elder’s head.
His lips stretch into a feral grin as he stares into the wide eyes of the boy pinned beneath him. “So you’re saying you won’t care even if we never have sex with each other again?”
He grinds their hips together - smirking widely when a small whine escapes Luhan. “Because I have permission to do whatever I want right?”
Luhan narrows his eyes and glares at the younger boy. “You’re evil, Zhang Yixing, evil I tell you. Even more so than Huang Zitao and his panda cookies.”
Yixing laughs lightly and rolls off the elder, choosing to snuggle in to Luhan’s side instead. “Aww come on baobei, I’m just teasing,” he buries his face into the crook of Luhan’s neck and murmurs against the soft sweet-smelling skin. “You know I love you right?”
“You sure about that? Because you have an awfully strange way of showing your affections,” Luhan huffs lightly - no real bite in his words.
Wrapping his arms snugly around his prince’s waist and snuggling in closer to his warmth, Yixing raises his head and presses a kiss to the side of Luhan’s lips. “Wo ai ni, Xiao Lu.”
Luhan breaks out into a smile. “I love you too, angel.”
“Should we have breakfast then? I made you orange juice because my baby is a baby who doesn’t like coffee,” Yixing grins up and starts to move away.
The older boy grabs his wrist and pulls - causing the younger to fall back with a soft “oompf”.
“Not so fast. Why can’t we sleep in today, Xingtuo? I don’t want to get up yet.”
“We have class in two hours, Luhan,” Yixing says gently with a small grin playing on his lips. “And although I’d love to spend the rest of the morning in bed with you, we really shouldn’t skip class. It wouldn’t do us any good if our parents knew.
Luhan frowns. “Shouldn’t I get special privileges or something?” he asks. “Since I’m prince and all.”
“Well yeah, in China perhaps,” the younger boy replies. “But we’re in America, baobei. I don’t think the same rule applies here?”
“And I can’t miss dance class today; we’re having tryouts for the freshmen. So please be a good boy and get up ok?” he crawls out of bed and begins moving towards the bathroom.
Luhan blinks. “Wait,” he says, “Jongin is in your dance class, isn’t he?” he spits out the name maliciously, a look of contempt crossing his facial features.
Yixing halts in his steps. Luhan-ah, he thinks with a devilish grin, you’re too easy.
He schools his face into an expression of indifference and turns to look at the elder. “Yes he is,” Yixing nods. “He’s also the co-captain and my dance partner. Why?” he fights the urge to laugh when he sees Luhan’s face darken.
Luhan struggles to sit up and points a finger accusingly at the younger male. “You’re still not over him, are you?” he pouts. “That’s why you won’t agree to marry me and be my queen right? Admit it Zhang, Kim Jongin has been seducing you behind my back, hasn’t he?”
Yixing bursts out laughing at the older boy’s indignant face. “Pabo-ah, you’re not even king. I won’t even have the godawful title of queen if I marry you.”
“I will be, soon enough. Once I reach twenty-one, I’ll take over the throne.”
“Not if you don’t graduate high school you won’t,” Yixing retorts with a smile, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready for class.” He enters the bathroom.
“You get your ass back here right this instance, Zhang Yixing. I’m not done talking.”
The toilet flushes.
Yixing pops his head out. “I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse, your highness.”
Luhan raises an eyebrow. “You’re going against me for school?” Yixing shrugs.
“I’ll just deal with the consequences tonight.”
***
- just an excuse to write fluffy layhan in bed, really /rolls away
- please leave a comment thanks ^^ it'd be highly appreciated yo :D
- planning to expand this verse. suggestions? scenarios?
also! come say hello on twitter and/or ask.fm ♥