borderlines
→ kris/luhan, nc-17, canon, 192 words
→ //////////what is this////////// this is actually bad, i wrote it so luhan can be kind of mean/hurtful to kris, this is why i don't write porn, e t c. lol bs title ALL OF THIS IS BS. pwp really. i will now stop whining/making excuses.
→ shihan_ai wrote some sort of extension to this called heaven in your arms in response to our comments below, so read it!
→ ALSO, this has been translated into vietnamese here (password: KrisHan) by nguyệt ling.
he almost tells yifan he loves him, except luhan doesn't want to lie.
yifan lifts his head away from the crook of luhan's neck, and licks the shell of luhan's ear.
"ride me?" he asks, except it doesn't sound like a question. luhan groans, so yifan takes that as a yes and manages somehow to reverse their positions without pulling out.
luhan watches yifan as he lifts up off his dick and slides down slowly. yifan's eyes are squeezed shut, naturally angry eyebrows bunched together in a frown, lips parted to suck in breaths luhan is intent on stealing. he feels yifan's chest heaving violently beneath his palms, and chuckles breathily, pleased.
yifan is getting increasingly frustrated with luhan's pace, and when he grips luhan's waist to slam luhan down on him, luhan grins. he lets yifan control the pace, lets yifan dig his nails into his skin even though it hurts, lets yifan fuck him any way he wants.
he likes yifan like this, sweat slick, panting, and desperate for release. he almost tells yifan he loves him, except luhan doesn't want to lie. instead he grabs his own dick, and jerks himself off until white ropes of come spill onto yifan's trembling stomach.
→ //////////what is this////////// this is actually bad, i wrote it so luhan can be kind of mean/hurtful to kris, this is why i don't write porn, e t c. lol bs title ALL OF THIS IS BS. pwp really. i will now stop whining/making excuses.
→ shihan_ai wrote some sort of extension to this called heaven in your arms in response to our comments below, so read it!
→ ALSO, this has been translated into vietnamese here (password: KrisHan) by nguyệt ling.
he almost tells yifan he loves him, except luhan doesn't want to lie.
yifan lifts his head away from the crook of luhan's neck, and licks the shell of luhan's ear.
"ride me?" he asks, except it doesn't sound like a question. luhan groans, so yifan takes that as a yes and manages somehow to reverse their positions without pulling out.
luhan watches yifan as he lifts up off his dick and slides down slowly. yifan's eyes are squeezed shut, naturally angry eyebrows bunched together in a frown, lips parted to suck in breaths luhan is intent on stealing. he feels yifan's chest heaving violently beneath his palms, and chuckles breathily, pleased.
yifan is getting increasingly frustrated with luhan's pace, and when he grips luhan's waist to slam luhan down on him, luhan grins. he lets yifan control the pace, lets yifan dig his nails into his skin even though it hurts, lets yifan fuck him any way he wants.
he likes yifan like this, sweat slick, panting, and desperate for release. he almost tells yifan he loves him, except luhan doesn't want to lie. instead he grabs his own dick, and jerks himself off until white ropes of come spill onto yifan's trembling stomach.