我们创造的history
fandom: exo-m
pairing: yixing/luhan
rating: nc-17 for sex n__n
prompt: "yixing and luhan are told it's the last day on earth, that the sun is going to explode so they spend the day with eachother and then have sex as the world is crumbling u________u"
for: yixing
author's note: the chinese translates to the last line of each section n____n
一: 不要放手
24 hours. That was all Yixing heard from the live stream before it cut out, the weight of four billion eager Internet users finally taking its toll. The page reloaded almost instantaneously, the javascript and HTML codes working frantically to regurgitate the contents of the site, before the stream resumed. Yixing watched intently as the president of the United States, overcome with emotion, took a seat behind the podium, his head in his hands, and as the president of the United Kingdom placed a gentle hand on the man's shoulder in solidarity and comfort. Yixing's eyes slid over to the president of China, who sat hands clasped in his lap, his upper lip trembling slightly as the only physical betrayal of his fear and apprehension. 24 hours. There was a loud clunk, and even the world leaders jumped at the sound, as a large countdown clock lit up from behind. 23 hours, 59 minutes, 50 seconds.
I have to call Luhan. It was Yixing's first thought, minutes later, and he stood up, nearly immobilized in his shock. I have to call him. Yixing fumbled for his phone, his fingers shaking violently as he struggled to type in the pinyin in his contact book. Each mistyped letter threw Yixing into a frenzy. I'm wasting time. Fuck, how do I do this? It was as if Yixing's desperation had sent out a telepathic missive or something, because in that minute, his phone rang.
I need you and you want me, 我创造的history, his phone chimed happily. Yixing pressed the answer button and slammed it against his ear. Hello?
Luhan's voice came through, loud and clear and petrified. Yixing could hear Luhan's terror as he swallowed loudly and struggled to get his words out. Yixing? Are you there?
Yes, I'm here. Did you hear? The last part Yixing shouted with Luhan simultaneously, and they both fell silent, the immediacy and reality of the situation hitting them both full force. Yixing gulped and waited, but Luhan didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry to speak. Where are you right now?
On my way back from the studio. I'll be in your room in 10 minutes. Luhan paused, and Yixing instantly knew exactly what he was thinking. 10 minutes was far too long, not when they only had 23 hours and 55 minutes left. Far too long. 5, if I can convince the driver to go faster.
I-I'll see you then, Yixing choked out, and then Luhan's breathing was replaced by a steady dial tone. Yixing put his phone down, still trembling from head to toe, and made his way to his bed like a zombie, tripping over a pair of shoes he had laid out for that night's practice and nearly crashing into his dresser. 24 hours. He fell dramatically onto the mattress.
The news had come like an aggressive slap to the face, first reported in the United States via a live NASA cam a day ago. The head scientist there had, between heaving sobs, informed the American public that, despite accurate and proven calculations done by the greatest scientific minds of our time, the sun was inexplicably going to explode in 48 hours and counting. The panic that ensued shortly afterwards was nothing less than pandemonium. The video of the crying scientist made its way across the globe, hitting servers in Europe and Asia within minutes. Suddenly, every major airport was being closed off except JFK International Airport in New York so that world leaders could congregate at the United Nations headquarters and bemoan what was surely the end of the world. Notwithstanding time zone differences, all anyone knew was that the sun was going to explode in 24 hours exactly and whether each internal clock beat to a different drum was irrelevant. This was it.
And just like that, a knock on his door snapped Yixing out of his pained reverie. He checked the clock beside his bed, and was surprised to see only 5 minutes had passed. Luhan. He shot up out of his bed and nearly flew to the door. When he wrenched it open, he saw only a blur of fluffy blonde hair before he was being pushed backwards into the room, the door slamming shut in front of him, and suddenly, he was holding a crying Luhan in his arms.
Oh god, oh god, Luhan kept muttering to himself as he pressed his body against Yixing's, great big sobs convulsing his tiny frame and tearing at Yixing's heart. This is really it, it's really the end of the world. What are we going to do? He looked up at Yixing, his eyes brimming with tears, willing Yixing to be the stronger one because Luhan couldn't be.
But Yixing just wasn't capable of it. So instead, he pressed his forehead against Luhan's, closed his eyes and whispered, I don't know but don't let go of me. Just don't let go.------------------------------------------------------------------------------
二: 我没说完
Yixing couldn't remember the last time he had felt so alive. It was something about the way Luhan's body curled into his, their hands intertwined as they alternated between gentle kisses and silence. It was something completely different than what Yixing was used to, or had been used to over the past year.
It had begun simply with a flirtatious comment. Yixing had been bending over to tie his shoelace when Luhan remarked from behind him, Bet that ass would look even better naked. Yixing had spun around, his mouth open, aghast at Luhan's sheer brazenness, but Luhan had matched Yixing's surprised gaze with a saucy stare, his eyes boring a hole into Yixing's memory.
And then it had morphed quickly into the most physical relationship Yixing had ever had, all of his most carnal and animal of instincts taking over whenever he was with Luhan. After dance practice, the two would go off on their own, talking and laughing and seemingly just friends on the surface going their separate ways to shower and sleep when the truth was that they were really leaving to don baseball caps and shapeless sweatshirts and sneak off into the night. While everyone else was goofing around for a little bit in the practice room before curfew and lights had to be out, Yixing was on his knees in the shed of the abandoned warehouse a 15 minute walk away sucking Luhan off.
Those were only the night trips. The early morning ones were the worst, when, exhausted from the night before, Luhan would try to convince a sleepy Yixing to slip away into the bathroom, where the walls were padded with enough concrete underlayer to mask a whimper or, most importantly, Yixing's tendency to moan during sex. The two would run across the hallways like terrified soldiers in war crossing enemy lines until they reached the metal door to the showers. It was there that Yixing would hurriedly rip open a condom packet, sometimes even ripping the condom in the process, and put it on Luhan, who loved it whenever Yixing was on his knees. Then, as the rest of their group members slept peacefully just 20 feet away, Luhan would fuck Yixing until he was raw and sore.
But as months passed, Yixing found himself developing more than a physical attraction to Luhan. It would be little things, like when Luhan would wince at a particular dance injury when curled in Yixing's arms and Yixing's heart would skip a beat, fearful that Luhan had seriously injured himself. Or when Luhan would giggle alone with Minseok in a corner of their practice room, and Yixing found himself balling his hands into fists and throwing things on the floor. It was easy to like Luhan; he was a natural entertainer and fun, refreshingly so. And Yixing nurtured his crush like a terrible wound, feeling all sorts of jealous and angry and needy around Luhan. He was completely out of his element, with this man who was utterly devastating in his nonchalance.
It wasn't a one-sided affair, though. Soon enough, Luhan stopped wanting to sneak away and fuck and just wanted to cuddle Yixing, kiss his forehead and nose and collarbone. And then he wanted to hold hands and just sleep in Yixing's bed at night, scurrying away when dawn broke. And then just like that, three months later, Luhan had let slip the l word. It's what I love about you, Luhan had laughed, and then, abruptly, he stopped. Yixing couldn't help but grin when he heard Luhan say it, and then he felt stupid because Luhan seemed to backtrack, saying things like, It's what I love about all of you guys, my brothers.
But Yixing couldn't have known that this was exactly what Luhan had needed, the realization that holy fuck, the world was ending and I haven't said everything I need to say, that Luhan had always loved him and would never stop loving him. And as Luhan snuggled closer to Yixing and tightened his grip around Yixing's waist, both were utterly convinced in that moment that things would be all right as long as they had each other. I haven't said everything I need to say.
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三：我知道了
6 hours. It was almost surprising to Yixing that time could go on, that life could go on as it did. It was hard to remember that humans weren't invincible, that things like the sun exploding could obliterate everything he knew and he was helpless to stop it. Now he had 6 hours left of his life, and all he could do was trail his fingers along Luhan's exposed collarbone, watching as the latter's chest rose and fell with each breath he took. The room was dead silent, punctuated by the muted laughter and yelling coming from his dorm mates next door. Yixing couldn't bear to join them, couldn't bear to be raucous and obnoxious when Luhan was here. He couldn't risk it, couldn't risk losing these precious moments with the man he loved simply because there was too much to be said and not enough time to say it.
Luhan stirred from his sleep, rubbing his eyes gingerly. Yixing? he called out groggily, and Yixing was there to pull him close, kiss him full on the lips, as if to say, I'm here and I'm never leaving. Luhan sat up straight, his arms still encircling Yixing's rib cage, and now he was pressing his lips to Yixing's, and it was exhilarating, pure fire, as their tongues mashed together, tracing circles inside of each other's mouths. Yixing shifted, sliding down on the bed, Luhan's soft mouth pressed firmly against his, as they grappled at each other's clothing, tearing at the fabric, because who gave a fuck, the world was ending.
Luhan, Yixing managed before Luhan tore his shirt open, just ripped it right in half. Yixing paused, stunned by Luhan's aggressiveness, but then he wasn't thinking about much at all because Luhan's lips were against his again, and he was pushing against Yixing, his body grinding against the other's, creating the most achingly delicious chills down Yixing's back. Luhan pulled away, his tongue making its way across Yixing's collarbone, and lower and lower. Luhan's lips were now on Yixing's nipples, and as Yixing watched, Luhan sucked gently on it and then more insistently. Fuck, Yixing muttered as Luhan teased his way across Yixing's chest.
Then Luhan was fighting to pull Yixing's pants off, undoing the belt in a hurry and sliding his jeans over his hips. I've always loved your hips, Luhan said, his eyes glinting mischievously. His hands roamed across Yixing's groin, and Yixing lurched forward involuntarily, watching as a smirk spread over Luhan's face. And I've always loved your dick.
It was almost an unfamiliar position for Yixing. Not Luhan taking charge, but Luhan sucking him off, Luhan tearing at his clothes. There was an insistency, an urgency, that Yixing had never seen from Luhan, that Yixing never thought he would see from Luhan. And it made him happy. In that moment, Yixing couldn't believe he had ever doubted that Luhan cared. Of course he cared. Of course he--
Yixing let out a guttural moan and felt his mind go blank as Luhan's lips descended onto his groin. His boxers were still on, but now Luhan was breathing, hot, against Yixing's dick, and fuck. His boxers were off in one swift motion, and now Luhan was taking Yixing's dick in his hands, pumping it forward and grinning as Yixing convulsed with anticipation. Fuck, Yixing choked out.
Fuck you? Oh, I will. Luhan licked his lips and then lunged forward to kiss Yixing, biting his lower lip and sucking at his tongue. With each pumping motion his hands made to Yixing's dick, Luhan sucked harder on Yixing's tongue. It took all of Yixing's effort not to come in Luhan's hands right there, but he already knew that it was inevitable. Luhan pulled away suddenly and then slid down, taking Yixing's dick in his mouth and sucking it, all the while tugging at Yixing's nipples.
Then, when Yixing felt himself at the brink of coming, Luhan pulled his mouth away, and then stood up, stripping his clothes off so quickly Yixing could almost swear he had willed them off by magic. And then he was climbing over Yixing and leaning against the bed. Fuck me was the only thing he said.
Yixing climbed over Luhan, touching his body gently and admiring every contour. Are you sure? Yixing asked, because honestly, this was unfamiliar territory. He had never seen Luhan give him such control, never seen Luhan want to lose control of the situation, but now Luhan was kissing him again.
Shut up. And fuck me. Yixing willed himself to just shut the fuck up and do what he was told, and so he rubbed the tip of his cock against Luhan's ass, and he saw Luhan's breath hitch in his throat. Then Yixing was easing his dick inside of Luhan, and when Luhan shuddered with pleasure, Yixing felt a surge go through him and he began to pump his dick forward. Oh, fuck, Luhan whined, and that was all Yixing needed as encouragement to keep going. The more aggressively Yixing fucked Luhan, the more he whined, and the more it turned Yixing on. It was like a perfect cycle, and within seconds, Yixing was about to come. He made a motion to clamber off of Luhan (coming inside of him just seemed wrong somehow) but Luhan pulled him close again and then Yixing couldn't help but come.
Now Luhan was flipping Yixing over, pulling him forward, and without any sort of easing in, Luhan pushed his dick inside Yixing. This was familiar territory, Yixing had to admit, as Luhan pumped against Yixing's legs. Yixing let out a protracted moan, closing his eyes as Luhan fucked him, and then opening them when he found Luhan's lips pressed against his neck. Luhan, I-- Yixing caught his breath as Luhan paused momentarily to look up at him.
I love you, too, Luhan whispered, and then their lips met, explosive, and with one final pump, Luhan came. I love you, too.
And as Luhan collapsed against Yixing, sweaty and raw and tired, Yixing smiled like an idiot. I love you, he said one more time just to hear the words aloud, and Luhan responded by snuggling even closer. This was what he had been waiting for, unconsciously, his whole life, Yixing realized now: that little wedge of time that could freeze, despite its capabilities of continuing on when Yixing wanted nothing more than for it to stop, and hold itself in Yixing's memory forever. Yixing checked the bedside clock, and with a thud, noted that there were 4 hours left. 4 hours.
But it could have been 4 seconds for all Yixing cared, because he knew now.
pairing: yixing/luhan
rating: nc-17 for sex n__n
prompt: "yixing and luhan are told it's the last day on earth, that the sun is going to explode so they spend the day with eachother and then have sex as the world is crumbling u________u"
for: yixing
author's note: the chinese translates to the last line of each section n____n
一: 不要放手
24 hours. That was all Yixing heard from the live stream before it cut out, the weight of four billion eager Internet users finally taking its toll. The page reloaded almost instantaneously, the javascript and HTML codes working frantically to regurgitate the contents of the site, before the stream resumed. Yixing watched intently as the president of the United States, overcome with emotion, took a seat behind the podium, his head in his hands, and as the president of the United Kingdom placed a gentle hand on the man's shoulder in solidarity and comfort. Yixing's eyes slid over to the president of China, who sat hands clasped in his lap, his upper lip trembling slightly as the only physical betrayal of his fear and apprehension. 24 hours. There was a loud clunk, and even the world leaders jumped at the sound, as a large countdown clock lit up from behind. 23 hours, 59 minutes, 50 seconds.
I have to call Luhan. It was Yixing's first thought, minutes later, and he stood up, nearly immobilized in his shock. I have to call him. Yixing fumbled for his phone, his fingers shaking violently as he struggled to type in the pinyin in his contact book. Each mistyped letter threw Yixing into a frenzy. I'm wasting time. Fuck, how do I do this? It was as if Yixing's desperation had sent out a telepathic missive or something, because in that minute, his phone rang.
I need you and you want me, 我创造的history, his phone chimed happily. Yixing pressed the answer button and slammed it against his ear. Hello?
Luhan's voice came through, loud and clear and petrified. Yixing could hear Luhan's terror as he swallowed loudly and struggled to get his words out. Yixing? Are you there?
Yes, I'm here. Did you hear? The last part Yixing shouted with Luhan simultaneously, and they both fell silent, the immediacy and reality of the situation hitting them both full force. Yixing gulped and waited, but Luhan didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry to speak. Where are you right now?
On my way back from the studio. I'll be in your room in 10 minutes. Luhan paused, and Yixing instantly knew exactly what he was thinking. 10 minutes was far too long, not when they only had 23 hours and 55 minutes left. Far too long. 5, if I can convince the driver to go faster.
I-I'll see you then, Yixing choked out, and then Luhan's breathing was replaced by a steady dial tone. Yixing put his phone down, still trembling from head to toe, and made his way to his bed like a zombie, tripping over a pair of shoes he had laid out for that night's practice and nearly crashing into his dresser. 24 hours. He fell dramatically onto the mattress.
The news had come like an aggressive slap to the face, first reported in the United States via a live NASA cam a day ago. The head scientist there had, between heaving sobs, informed the American public that, despite accurate and proven calculations done by the greatest scientific minds of our time, the sun was inexplicably going to explode in 48 hours and counting. The panic that ensued shortly afterwards was nothing less than pandemonium. The video of the crying scientist made its way across the globe, hitting servers in Europe and Asia within minutes. Suddenly, every major airport was being closed off except JFK International Airport in New York so that world leaders could congregate at the United Nations headquarters and bemoan what was surely the end of the world. Notwithstanding time zone differences, all anyone knew was that the sun was going to explode in 24 hours exactly and whether each internal clock beat to a different drum was irrelevant. This was it.
And just like that, a knock on his door snapped Yixing out of his pained reverie. He checked the clock beside his bed, and was surprised to see only 5 minutes had passed. Luhan. He shot up out of his bed and nearly flew to the door. When he wrenched it open, he saw only a blur of fluffy blonde hair before he was being pushed backwards into the room, the door slamming shut in front of him, and suddenly, he was holding a crying Luhan in his arms.
Oh god, oh god, Luhan kept muttering to himself as he pressed his body against Yixing's, great big sobs convulsing his tiny frame and tearing at Yixing's heart. This is really it, it's really the end of the world. What are we going to do? He looked up at Yixing, his eyes brimming with tears, willing Yixing to be the stronger one because Luhan couldn't be.
But Yixing just wasn't capable of it. So instead, he pressed his forehead against Luhan's, closed his eyes and whispered, I don't know but don't let go of me. Just don't let go.------------------------------------------------------------------------------
二: 我没说完
Yixing couldn't remember the last time he had felt so alive. It was something about the way Luhan's body curled into his, their hands intertwined as they alternated between gentle kisses and silence. It was something completely different than what Yixing was used to, or had been used to over the past year.
It had begun simply with a flirtatious comment. Yixing had been bending over to tie his shoelace when Luhan remarked from behind him, Bet that ass would look even better naked. Yixing had spun around, his mouth open, aghast at Luhan's sheer brazenness, but Luhan had matched Yixing's surprised gaze with a saucy stare, his eyes boring a hole into Yixing's memory.
And then it had morphed quickly into the most physical relationship Yixing had ever had, all of his most carnal and animal of instincts taking over whenever he was with Luhan. After dance practice, the two would go off on their own, talking and laughing and seemingly just friends on the surface going their separate ways to shower and sleep when the truth was that they were really leaving to don baseball caps and shapeless sweatshirts and sneak off into the night. While everyone else was goofing around for a little bit in the practice room before curfew and lights had to be out, Yixing was on his knees in the shed of the abandoned warehouse a 15 minute walk away sucking Luhan off.
Those were only the night trips. The early morning ones were the worst, when, exhausted from the night before, Luhan would try to convince a sleepy Yixing to slip away into the bathroom, where the walls were padded with enough concrete underlayer to mask a whimper or, most importantly, Yixing's tendency to moan during sex. The two would run across the hallways like terrified soldiers in war crossing enemy lines until they reached the metal door to the showers. It was there that Yixing would hurriedly rip open a condom packet, sometimes even ripping the condom in the process, and put it on Luhan, who loved it whenever Yixing was on his knees. Then, as the rest of their group members slept peacefully just 20 feet away, Luhan would fuck Yixing until he was raw and sore.
But as months passed, Yixing found himself developing more than a physical attraction to Luhan. It would be little things, like when Luhan would wince at a particular dance injury when curled in Yixing's arms and Yixing's heart would skip a beat, fearful that Luhan had seriously injured himself. Or when Luhan would giggle alone with Minseok in a corner of their practice room, and Yixing found himself balling his hands into fists and throwing things on the floor. It was easy to like Luhan; he was a natural entertainer and fun, refreshingly so. And Yixing nurtured his crush like a terrible wound, feeling all sorts of jealous and angry and needy around Luhan. He was completely out of his element, with this man who was utterly devastating in his nonchalance.
It wasn't a one-sided affair, though. Soon enough, Luhan stopped wanting to sneak away and fuck and just wanted to cuddle Yixing, kiss his forehead and nose and collarbone. And then he wanted to hold hands and just sleep in Yixing's bed at night, scurrying away when dawn broke. And then just like that, three months later, Luhan had let slip the l word. It's what I love about you, Luhan had laughed, and then, abruptly, he stopped. Yixing couldn't help but grin when he heard Luhan say it, and then he felt stupid because Luhan seemed to backtrack, saying things like, It's what I love about all of you guys, my brothers.
But Yixing couldn't have known that this was exactly what Luhan had needed, the realization that holy fuck, the world was ending and I haven't said everything I need to say, that Luhan had always loved him and would never stop loving him. And as Luhan snuggled closer to Yixing and tightened his grip around Yixing's waist, both were utterly convinced in that moment that things would be all right as long as they had each other. I haven't said everything I need to say.
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三：我知道了
6 hours. It was almost surprising to Yixing that time could go on, that life could go on as it did. It was hard to remember that humans weren't invincible, that things like the sun exploding could obliterate everything he knew and he was helpless to stop it. Now he had 6 hours left of his life, and all he could do was trail his fingers along Luhan's exposed collarbone, watching as the latter's chest rose and fell with each breath he took. The room was dead silent, punctuated by the muted laughter and yelling coming from his dorm mates next door. Yixing couldn't bear to join them, couldn't bear to be raucous and obnoxious when Luhan was here. He couldn't risk it, couldn't risk losing these precious moments with the man he loved simply because there was too much to be said and not enough time to say it.
Luhan stirred from his sleep, rubbing his eyes gingerly. Yixing? he called out groggily, and Yixing was there to pull him close, kiss him full on the lips, as if to say, I'm here and I'm never leaving. Luhan sat up straight, his arms still encircling Yixing's rib cage, and now he was pressing his lips to Yixing's, and it was exhilarating, pure fire, as their tongues mashed together, tracing circles inside of each other's mouths. Yixing shifted, sliding down on the bed, Luhan's soft mouth pressed firmly against his, as they grappled at each other's clothing, tearing at the fabric, because who gave a fuck, the world was ending.
Luhan, Yixing managed before Luhan tore his shirt open, just ripped it right in half. Yixing paused, stunned by Luhan's aggressiveness, but then he wasn't thinking about much at all because Luhan's lips were against his again, and he was pushing against Yixing, his body grinding against the other's, creating the most achingly delicious chills down Yixing's back. Luhan pulled away, his tongue making its way across Yixing's collarbone, and lower and lower. Luhan's lips were now on Yixing's nipples, and as Yixing watched, Luhan sucked gently on it and then more insistently. Fuck, Yixing muttered as Luhan teased his way across Yixing's chest.
Then Luhan was fighting to pull Yixing's pants off, undoing the belt in a hurry and sliding his jeans over his hips. I've always loved your hips, Luhan said, his eyes glinting mischievously. His hands roamed across Yixing's groin, and Yixing lurched forward involuntarily, watching as a smirk spread over Luhan's face. And I've always loved your dick.
It was almost an unfamiliar position for Yixing. Not Luhan taking charge, but Luhan sucking him off, Luhan tearing at his clothes. There was an insistency, an urgency, that Yixing had never seen from Luhan, that Yixing never thought he would see from Luhan. And it made him happy. In that moment, Yixing couldn't believe he had ever doubted that Luhan cared. Of course he cared. Of course he--
Yixing let out a guttural moan and felt his mind go blank as Luhan's lips descended onto his groin. His boxers were still on, but now Luhan was breathing, hot, against Yixing's dick, and fuck. His boxers were off in one swift motion, and now Luhan was taking Yixing's dick in his hands, pumping it forward and grinning as Yixing convulsed with anticipation. Fuck, Yixing choked out.
Fuck you? Oh, I will. Luhan licked his lips and then lunged forward to kiss Yixing, biting his lower lip and sucking at his tongue. With each pumping motion his hands made to Yixing's dick, Luhan sucked harder on Yixing's tongue. It took all of Yixing's effort not to come in Luhan's hands right there, but he already knew that it was inevitable. Luhan pulled away suddenly and then slid down, taking Yixing's dick in his mouth and sucking it, all the while tugging at Yixing's nipples.
Then, when Yixing felt himself at the brink of coming, Luhan pulled his mouth away, and then stood up, stripping his clothes off so quickly Yixing could almost swear he had willed them off by magic. And then he was climbing over Yixing and leaning against the bed. Fuck me was the only thing he said.
Yixing climbed over Luhan, touching his body gently and admiring every contour. Are you sure? Yixing asked, because honestly, this was unfamiliar territory. He had never seen Luhan give him such control, never seen Luhan want to lose control of the situation, but now Luhan was kissing him again.
Shut up. And fuck me. Yixing willed himself to just shut the fuck up and do what he was told, and so he rubbed the tip of his cock against Luhan's ass, and he saw Luhan's breath hitch in his throat. Then Yixing was easing his dick inside of Luhan, and when Luhan shuddered with pleasure, Yixing felt a surge go through him and he began to pump his dick forward. Oh, fuck, Luhan whined, and that was all Yixing needed as encouragement to keep going. The more aggressively Yixing fucked Luhan, the more he whined, and the more it turned Yixing on. It was like a perfect cycle, and within seconds, Yixing was about to come. He made a motion to clamber off of Luhan (coming inside of him just seemed wrong somehow) but Luhan pulled him close again and then Yixing couldn't help but come.
Now Luhan was flipping Yixing over, pulling him forward, and without any sort of easing in, Luhan pushed his dick inside Yixing. This was familiar territory, Yixing had to admit, as Luhan pumped against Yixing's legs. Yixing let out a protracted moan, closing his eyes as Luhan fucked him, and then opening them when he found Luhan's lips pressed against his neck. Luhan, I-- Yixing caught his breath as Luhan paused momentarily to look up at him.
I love you, too, Luhan whispered, and then their lips met, explosive, and with one final pump, Luhan came. I love you, too.
And as Luhan collapsed against Yixing, sweaty and raw and tired, Yixing smiled like an idiot. I love you, he said one more time just to hear the words aloud, and Luhan responded by snuggling even closer. This was what he had been waiting for, unconsciously, his whole life, Yixing realized now: that little wedge of time that could freeze, despite its capabilities of continuing on when Yixing wanted nothing more than for it to stop, and hold itself in Yixing's memory forever. Yixing checked the bedside clock, and with a thud, noted that there were 4 hours left. 4 hours.
But it could have been 4 seconds for all Yixing cared, because he knew now.