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jongdae/zitao
519; nc-17
Jongdae's mouth is shocking soft against his, opening under Zitao's heavy weight and harsh bites. He stares up, looking at Zitao through dark bangs and mascara-coated wet eyelashes, and lets out another groan as Zitao massages a hand across his skin-tight pants, the heel pressing against his cock.
Smiling into the kiss, Zitao moves closer to Jongdae until he's right up against the shorter man, hiding him from the people running from place to place backstage. They're tucked away in a corner, out of sight from their manager who will be looking for them soon, and the adrenaline rushing in Zitao from the performance they just finished blocks all sound except the blood hammering in his ears and the small whimpers escaping from Jongdae.
"Hurry," Jongdae pants, pulling from the coarse, rough mouth kissing him and resting his head on Zitao's shoulder, his tongue darting out to lick at the exposed collarbone. "Hurry before they find us."
Zitao's hand moves to rest on the curve of Jongdae's waist, pulling their hips closer, and heat sparks between as they rub hard against each other. Fingers move down Zitao's chest, lifting up his shirt to expose flush, heated skin. Jongdae moves up and down, cock hard underneath clothing, and bites down on Zitao's neck, making him moan in reply.
"Don't leave marks," Zitao says but then angles his head, allowing Jongdae to continue. The slide of tongue and scrape of teeth on his skin engulfs Zitao, and soon he's shaking in Jongdae's arms, rocking against him with wild need and desire.
A knee shifts and settles between Jongdae's thighs, rubbing harder on his erection and Jongdae pull his legs together, Zitao's thigh caught between Jongdae's, the friction between them growing. Zitao tugs the hair at the back Jongdae's head, slamming it on the cold wall they're resting on, and brings their lips together again, a fight of teeth and tongues.
All of his muscles tense and Jongdae lets out one last croaked cry into Zitao's mouth before coming hard, legs giving out and almost slipping to the floor until Zitao catches him. Zitao keeps kissing him through the aftershock shivers and continues moving against Jongdae, each thrust having more force and energy than the last.
Jongdae pulls back, gasping for air. Closing his eyes and nuzzling his head in the crook Jongdae's neck, Zitao breathes in the familiar smell of sweat and running makeup. With a final thrust, electricity seems to shot through Zitao's nerves as he comes, the insides of his pants becoming sticky and wet.
He clings to Jongdae, the minutes passing while he recovers, nestling closer into the safe place inside Jongdae's arms. Sighing dreamily, Zitao lifts his head, all his energy gone and exhaustion taking over.
"We have to go clean up, Tao." Zitao groans back in response, eyes still closed.
Jongdae moves towards the bathroom, slipping an arm around Zitao to the bottom of his back, and guides Zitao as he turns into a softer, tired version of himself. Zitao starts humming a song under his breath, bending over and supporting his chin on Jongdae's shoulder.
joonmyun/zitao
766; nc-17
They're the cuddly type, Joonmyun and Zitao.
They spend their free minutes curled under blankets and exchanging kisses while Zitao memorizes new Korean words and Joonmyun practices Mandarin. Zitao's eyes are heavy with sleep and his lips pout in frustration when Joonmyun corrects his accent. Joonmyun runs a hand through Zitao's hair, fluffing it, and doesn't correct him when Zitao still calls him "Jun ma hao".
But, sometimes, things between them get a little passionate.
Zitao pushes him flat on the bed, Korean and Chinese workbooks crushing underneath them, and licks his way down Joonmyun's neck. Snaking a leg around Zitao's waist, Joonmyun draws Zitao closer to him, crashing their hips together. The denim is rough between them and Zitao is quick to remove their jeans, leaving Joonmyun in briefs and Zitao in boxers.
Zitao lifts Joonmyun's shirt, a dark thin one he stole from Zitao the night before M last left for China, and sucks at pink nipples, licking and biting the little buds until they're hard and Joonmyun's shaking, before trailing his mouth down Joonmyun's chest and stomach.
Reaching the waistband of Joonmyun's briefs, Zitao blows hot air on Joonmyun bulge, giggling when the older man rolls his hips up.
Shoving his hand in his mouth, Joonmyun holds backs loud moans, a few escaping. Zitao and Joonmyun hold still, praying no one in the dorm heard them, Zitao's fingers digging into Joonmyun's thigh. The loud roar of the tv and Sehun, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol's noisy laughs from the living room can still be heard, and Zitao's tight grip on Joonmyun's thigh releases. Tomorrow there will be a bruise, and Joonmyun will press down on it when he hears Zitao's laugh while joking with Jongin and Sehun and wants to kiss him senseless.
The heavy blanket above them makes it hard for Joonmyun to see Zitao's face, the faint light creating shadows on cheeks and eyes and kitty curved lips and Joonmyun wants trace the edges with his fingers. He wants to see Zitao's eyes alight with excitement and passion, want and need battling with control.
Zitao nips at Joonmyun's hip bone, tugging his briefs down to his ankles in one movement, exposing Joonmyun's cock. Licking his lips, Zitao wraps a callused hand around it, jerking slowly until Joonmyun's erection was fully hard. He looks up at Joonmyun, dark hair falling in front of his eyes, and gives a teasing air-kiss before wrapping his lips around Joonmyun's cock, sliding his tongue along the length.
"Zitao, please. Yes," Joonmyun hisses out between clenched teeth, lifting a hand to tug on Zitao's hair. The rough treatment has him moaning and sucking deeper, licking and sucking at the head as he pulls up. Drawing off, he kisses the slit, smearing the shiny pre-come there on his lips.
Zitao breathes heavily, face flushed with pleasure and dark watchful eyes beaming with seduction and power.
"What did you say, hyung?" Zitao's throat already sounds raw and scratchy.
"Please, Zitao, I need you," Joonmyun whispers in Mandarin.
A bigger smile spreads across Zitao's face and he swallows Joonmyun down his throat again. Joonmyun's legs stiffen and his fingers tighten around Zitao's hair, saliva leaking out Zitao's mouth and down the sides. He works up and down, taking Joonmyun deeper with every movement. Sweat forms on Joonmyun's forehead and he closes his eyes, hearing the wet noises from Zitao's mouth. He's getting hotter and hotter, feeling his cock stiffen painfully when Zitao hums low in his throat and Joonmyun thrust up harder into him.
Joonmyun lets out a whimper in warning and says, "I'm going to come," broken little gasp between each word.
Zitao pulls off, a hand still working at a fast pace and spit working as a lube.
White ropes paint Zitao's face and lips when Joonmyun comes, eyes opening to watch. His tongue pokes out, tasting the come and Joonmyun pulls Zitao on top of him, kissing him and reaching a hand in his boxers. Zitao ruts against his hand, come on his face smearing on Joonmyun, and bites Joonmyun's lips as he comes, shaking.
After a hushed minute passes, Joonmyun moves to get a wet washcloth to clean them up with, and Zitao begins to fall asleep, eyes heavy with exhaustion once more. By the time Joonmyun's finished cleaning Zitao, he's faking light snores, little tiny noises from his nose, and arms reach up to wrap around Joonmyun's waist, pulling him down next to Zitao. He settles down, resting his head on Zitao's chest and waits for Yifan and Sehun to rouse them when the schedule begins.
joonmyun/sehun
197;g
Sehun likes to wake up in Joonmyun's arms, wrapped safe and secure in an embrace, and he likes nuzzling his nose into the space of Joonmyun's collarbone, smelling the faint scent of sweat still lingering even after their shared shower the night before.
Sehun likes how Joonmyun pulls him closer in his sleep and mutters half-formed words in his dreams, and he likes the kiss on the cheek Joonmyun gives him when the older man leaves to wake up the group, leaving Sehun for last.
Joonmyun likes the way Sehun follows him, always close and intimate, and he likes Sehun's face when tries to remain emotionless and passive to the group of fans yelling at them but then breaks into a full smile when Joonmyun messes up a dance step or a line from preplanned speech.
Joonmyun likes how Sehun's thin frame moves easily into dance steps with a confidence Joonmyun's never entirely mastered, slender hips thrusting in ways that remind Joonmyun of their night before in bed, and he likes the laughter that bubbles out of Sehun when he's happy, the full, delighted sound filling Joonmyun with a craving to make him laugh again and again.
joonmyun/jongin
224;g
Jongin shies away from his touch more than Joonmyun likes to acknowledge. When he wraps an arm around Jongin's shoulder, he's learned to anticipate the shrug and shove from the taller man, the two of them smiling like it's a joke when inside hurts Joonmyun. A friendly kiss on a cheek or a pat on the butt from Jongin is rare, and Joonmyun treasures each and every touch he's gifted with.
But sometimes he wants Jongin to response positively, maybe returning a pat on the back or leaning into a hug instead of pulling away. All Joonmyun wants is Jongin to know he's loved by all the members, but unfortunately Joonmyun isn't sure how to show it other than through touches and buying meals.
Jongin kisses him, a proper kiss of a lover, two months after confessing he thinks of Joonmyun more like than a hyung or leader. Joonmyun wants to die from happiness. He thought maybe Jongin didn't want him in that way, the constant teasing from Jongin's dancing making him ache for Jongin, and now that Joonmyun has him in his embrace he is not passing up the opportunity. He gives Jongin every frustrated moment, every held-back yearning to touch him, every pain he felt when Jongin pushed him off, into the kiss, and Jongin gives back a kiss just as fierce.
baekhyun/chanyeol
121;g
Baekhyun wakes up to a slap to his shoulder.
He rolls over, kicking his feet out into normally empty side of his bed, and gets Chanyeol right in the stomach. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Baekhyun sits up. He forgot Chanyeol had crawled into bed with him last night.
"What was that for, you jerk?" Baekhyun hisses out.
Chanyeol lets out a pitiful groan. "You weren't waking up," he moans into the pillow. "I demand a kiss to make it better."
Baekhyun bends over, kissing his chapped, dry lips. Chanyeol smiles.
"I meant my stomach where you kicked me, idiot, but that will do just fine."
Grabbing Baekhyun by the back of the neck, Chanyeol pulls him for another kiss.
jongdae/joonmyun (hints of jongdae/zitao/joonmyun)
58;pg
Jongdae grins at Joonmyun and blocks him from entering the hotel room.
"You want Zitao's ass, right?" Joonmyun nods.
"Well, we agree you can but only if you touch me too."
Joonmyun jumps up and down at the joy of fucking another maknae butt.
"How did you manage this?"
Jongdae rubs his sore butt, "Zitao fucked me first."
Jongdae/Zitao
186;g
Zitao enjoys watching Jongdae learning new dance steps.
He sits on the floor in the practice room, legs spread out, stretching for the cool down, and tries not to giggle when Jongdae's limbs flail about in a clumsy fashion. Zitao out right laughs when Jongdae trips and hops in air, trying to not down fall down. Jongdae turns around, glaring.
He puts a hand over his mouth, suppressing his sniggers, and stands up, walking towards Jongdae.
"Think you can be better?" Jongdae questions.
"Yes, hyung, but it's nice to see that you're trying to improve."Jongdae slaps his arms.
"That's no way to speak to someone older than you."
Zitao leans in close and whispers against his lips, "But you like it when I do. Don't you, hyung?" and kisses Jongdae.
Jongdae kisses back, opening his mouth and sucks at Zitao's bottom lip. Pulling him closer, their chests pushing together, Zitao angles Jongdae's head back, controlling the kiss.
Pushing away to breathe, Jongdae says, "Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're in control."
Zitao licks the shell of Jongdae's ear, smiling when he shakes.
"Yes, it does."
yifan/baekhyun
86;g
Yifan likes cute things.
He pretends he doesn't but he's bad at hiding his emotions most of the time and Baekhyun being short and adorable does not help. In fact, Luhan and Yixing teased him for days after Yifan once blushed after Baekhyun saved Yifan at spot at dinner next to him.
He can't help it, the shorter man brings out his younger, more playful side. He also sees the way Baekhyun flirts with him, eyes on his large hands when he reaches out to Baekhyun.
jongdae/zitao
189;g
"Panda, panda, panda!"
Zitao bounces the new gift he received from a fan on Jongdae's shoulder while they wait in line at the airport. Rolling his eyes Jongdae gnores the younger man, letting him have his fun. Jongdae figures it's better than a cranky Zitao walking around through security with his 'I truly don't give a fuck' look.
That is until Zitao hits his face with the toy panda, screeching in a high pitched voice, "Jongdae hyung, give little panda a kiss!"
He turns to Zitao, irritated. "You're doing this piss me off, aren't you?"
"No," Zitao replies in his normal voice. Then he holds the panda up and resumes his annoying childish voice.
"Kisses for little panda!"
Zitao is lucky he's cute, Jongdae thinks, and kisses the panda.
When he sees Zitao's smiling face, he stands on his toes and kisses Zitao on the nose.
"Pandas have their kisses, so will you shut up now?"
Cheeks pink and eyes wide, Zitao nods and wraps his arms around Jongdae's shoulders, finally quiet.
Jongdae doesn't in any way lean back into Zitao's touch, enjoying the warmth Zitao gives off.
joonmyun/sehun yifan/luhan/yixing
pg; 234
"You are not setting me up on a date, Yifan," Joonmyun calls from across the store.
"Why not?" The muffled reply is from under a table where the creepy dusty dolls sit.
"Because you work in a toy store with evil things and you're in a relationship with a man that looks twelve and another who is a songwriter pretending he's a unicorn."
Yifan's head pops up.
"When did Yixing say he was a unicorn?"
Joonmyun picks up a toy airplane, blowing dust off of it.
"He said 'I'm Luhan and Kris' unicorn, Lay. Nice to meet you.' Do I want to know what that means?"
Yifan looks guilty and shakes his head. "You don't want to know. It's a threesome thing."
"Oh god," Joonmyun wheezes out and then sneezes. "I am not going out with some weirdo you picked out, you sex freak."
Joonmyun actually looks terrified and like he's panicking.
"And why don't you ever clean in here? No wants to buy toys for their children when the store looks like hasn't been cleaned for fifty years!"
"The store is not that dirty and I'm not a freak. I think you would like Sehun. He's bratty and demanding, just the way you like them."
Joonmyun thinks while Yifan rearranges wooden blocks, and coming to decision, he holds out a dusting feather to Yifan.
"I'll go if you help me clean the store."
joonmyun/sehun
pg-13;286
"Bow down to me, peasants"
Sehun stomps through the hall, glaring at anyone who looks him in the eye. He is a fucking prince and the only people worthy of looking the Handsome Prince Sehun in the eye now that he's an adult are his parents, the king and queen, and his future husband, Joonmyun otherwise known as the Great Flawless Suho.
Sehun is not so patiently waiting for his wedding so Joonmyun can finally fulfill all the promises he whispers in his Sehun's ear while they have dinner in front of the royal court. Sehun's parents refuse to leave them alone after they caught the two of them half-naked in the horse stables until their wedding night and the contract between the two cities is signed. But Sehun's a teenager with needs, goddamn it, and he wants to fuck the oh-so-innocent looking Joonmyun.
When Sehun first met Suho, the prince he was betrothed to, he thought the short, sweet smiling man was tremendously uninteresting and dull, and he continued to think so until Suho leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You can call me Joonmyun instead of Suho or more likely, hyung when I'm riding you tonight in bed."
Sehun may have spilled wine and ruined his mother's favorite tablecloth afterwards.
And so began the adventure to find a place to have sex without the entire palace, or at least their parents, finding out about it.
For the past six months Joonmyun and him hid about the palace looking for little hidden nooks to kiss in and, if Sehun's particularly lucky, a place to strip Joonmyun naked, exploring what little of Joonmyun's body he can get his hands on before they're found.
jongdae/zitao
193;r
It's their first time having sex, their first time like this, and nerves bite at Zitao, sweat beading down his back while he undresses. He slides into Jongdae feeling the muscles tightening and relaxing around him.
He pauses, fully inside, and sighs, waiting for Jongdae's signal to move.
At his nod, Zitao begins moving with slow, deliberate pushes, laughing at the awkwardness between them.
Jongdae joins in with his own suppressed laughter.
He stops laughing when Zitao changes the angle of his hips, groaning deep in his throat, and pushes back, meeting Zitao's thrust. Zitao doesn't last long, shaking and coming into Jongdae within minutes.
He pulls out, sensitive to touch, and replacing his erection with long fingers, sucks Jongdae into his mouth. There's a noisy moan from Jongdae as he comes and Zitao pulls away, wiping at his face.
Falling into the empty spot next him, Zitao buries his head in Jongdae's chest, their legs tangling together, and says, "I'm sleeping in your bed tonight. Screw Duizhang, he can sleep with Minseok hyung or something."
Jongdae hums, half-asleep, and hides his face in a pillow, waiting for Yifan's pounding at the door.
jongdae/zitao
454;pg
Zitao is almost the precise opposite of Jongdae's ideal girl.
From that pickling of attraction eating at Jongdae the moment Zitao first smiled at him, young and cute like a small kitten purring at those surrounding him, to the urge to drag Zitao nearer when they sit side by side on a couch watching a movie, the slight crush he has on Zitao bothers him.
For one, Zitao isn't a girl, and although this isn't the first time Jongdae's had a crush on a man, it's the first time he's wanted to kiss someone younger than him. Jongdae's the youngest in his family, he's used to people caring for him, and he dreamed of falling in love with a beautiful noona who would care and support him. He didn't think he would fall in love with a young brat who half the fucking time forgets to use formal language and whines when he wants to go shopping or is hungry.
And the whining when hungry thing is so not fair because that's Jongdae's thing.
He pitifully whines to the noonas helping them get ready and they secretly pass Jongdae small bits of food and snacks. But then Zitao pouts, sticking out his lower lip and aiming big sad eyes at him, and Jongdae has no choice but to share with him.
In the end, he doesn't mind sharing food with Zitao, it's given them time to talk after debuting. Jongdae never got the chance to get to close Zitao during their training, he was spending more time focusing on catching up on dancing and learning a new language than socializing with someone he was having unwelcomed romantic feelings for.
Sitting alongside Zitao on bench couch, one of the younger's legs kicking the back of Jongdae's calf with each swing, has given him an understanding of Zitao and a greater need to hold him closer, resting an hand on Zitao's back when they're called to begin filming.
Zitao is not his ideal girl, he doesn't baby Jongdae or buy him meals, but he does respond to Jongdae's kisses, dragging him nearer and whispering 'finally' when they part, and he slips into Jongdae's bed at night, cuddling for warmth and snickering when elbows and knees and soft parts collide.
He doesn't mind when he takes care of the younger, he thinks, brushing gray fluffy strings away from Zitao's mouth, the ugly sweater quickly becoming something Jongdae needs to destroy if it continues to make him touch Zitao in public when he can't pull them to a concealed spot and kiss the sticky lipgloss off Zitao.
Not ideal, but possibly more interesting when Zitao's raises an eyebrow and smirks, knowing Jongdae's not so innocent thoughts about him.
Sehun/Zitao/Joonmyun
372;r
Moaning into the curve of Sehun's neck, Zitao hooks a leg around his waist, rubbing their cocks together.
"Hyung, please touch us, we need you."
Sehun digs his nails in his bedsheets, calling out to Joonmyun again and throws his head back into the soft pillow behind him, exposing more sensitive flesh for Zitao.
"Hyung, please."
Joonmyun's back is pressed against the door to his and Sehun's shared bathroom, wet towel from his shower still hanging low on his hips. Zitao's naked body is draped over Sehun's thinner frame, hiding flushed red skin.
He's known the two of them do this, the thin walls of the dorm block nothing, but to see it with his own eyes startles Joonmyun. Seeing naked tangled limbs fitting together like missing puzzles, Zitao's back marked red with nail scrapings, reminds Joonmyun he must stop this before they're found out.
"Joonmyun hyung," Sehun whines out, Zitao joining in this time with his little pleads.
Rolling off Sehun, Zitao stalks towards Joonmyun, cat-like reflexes in every movement, and placing one hand above Joonmyun's shoulder and another next to his hip, traps him against the door, kissing him full and needy on the mouth.
The sheer wrongness of this situation makes Zitao's mouth taste sinful and delightful, like every kiss in the world will never compare to one him and Zitao are sharing.
They should stop, the honest leader in him scolds, this will end badly. Joonmyun's resolve to stop disappears with a low moan from Sehun, a little sound he's become familiar with in the past months when sharing a room means no privacy, and pulling away, Zitao strips him of his towel, taking his hand and leading him towards the bed.
Sehun kisses taste just as sinful with an added sweetness tied in, and Joonmyun falls into bed with them, Sehun underneath him and Zitao hovering over him.
"You planned this?" He questions when they're finished, come and lube drying on their stomachs and between their legs.
Zitao hums, half asleep, into his hair, wrapping an arm around him.
On the other side of Joonmyun, Sehun confirms it, "We wanted to share you, hyung."
Joonmyun falls asleep nestled between them, the guilt and fear waiting until morning.
519; nc-17
Jongdae's mouth is shocking soft against his, opening under Zitao's heavy weight and harsh bites. He stares up, looking at Zitao through dark bangs and mascara-coated wet eyelashes, and lets out another groan as Zitao massages a hand across his skin-tight pants, the heel pressing against his cock.
Smiling into the kiss, Zitao moves closer to Jongdae until he's right up against the shorter man, hiding him from the people running from place to place backstage. They're tucked away in a corner, out of sight from their manager who will be looking for them soon, and the adrenaline rushing in Zitao from the performance they just finished blocks all sound except the blood hammering in his ears and the small whimpers escaping from Jongdae.
"Hurry," Jongdae pants, pulling from the coarse, rough mouth kissing him and resting his head on Zitao's shoulder, his tongue darting out to lick at the exposed collarbone. "Hurry before they find us."
Zitao's hand moves to rest on the curve of Jongdae's waist, pulling their hips closer, and heat sparks between as they rub hard against each other. Fingers move down Zitao's chest, lifting up his shirt to expose flush, heated skin. Jongdae moves up and down, cock hard underneath clothing, and bites down on Zitao's neck, making him moan in reply.
"Don't leave marks," Zitao says but then angles his head, allowing Jongdae to continue. The slide of tongue and scrape of teeth on his skin engulfs Zitao, and soon he's shaking in Jongdae's arms, rocking against him with wild need and desire.
A knee shifts and settles between Jongdae's thighs, rubbing harder on his erection and Jongdae pull his legs together, Zitao's thigh caught between Jongdae's, the friction between them growing. Zitao tugs the hair at the back Jongdae's head, slamming it on the cold wall they're resting on, and brings their lips together again, a fight of teeth and tongues.
All of his muscles tense and Jongdae lets out one last croaked cry into Zitao's mouth before coming hard, legs giving out and almost slipping to the floor until Zitao catches him. Zitao keeps kissing him through the aftershock shivers and continues moving against Jongdae, each thrust having more force and energy than the last.
Jongdae pulls back, gasping for air. Closing his eyes and nuzzling his head in the crook Jongdae's neck, Zitao breathes in the familiar smell of sweat and running makeup. With a final thrust, electricity seems to shot through Zitao's nerves as he comes, the insides of his pants becoming sticky and wet.
He clings to Jongdae, the minutes passing while he recovers, nestling closer into the safe place inside Jongdae's arms. Sighing dreamily, Zitao lifts his head, all his energy gone and exhaustion taking over.
"We have to go clean up, Tao." Zitao groans back in response, eyes still closed.
Jongdae moves towards the bathroom, slipping an arm around Zitao to the bottom of his back, and guides Zitao as he turns into a softer, tired version of himself. Zitao starts humming a song under his breath, bending over and supporting his chin on Jongdae's shoulder.
joonmyun/zitao
766; nc-17
They're the cuddly type, Joonmyun and Zitao.
They spend their free minutes curled under blankets and exchanging kisses while Zitao memorizes new Korean words and Joonmyun practices Mandarin. Zitao's eyes are heavy with sleep and his lips pout in frustration when Joonmyun corrects his accent. Joonmyun runs a hand through Zitao's hair, fluffing it, and doesn't correct him when Zitao still calls him "Jun ma hao".
But, sometimes, things between them get a little passionate.
Zitao pushes him flat on the bed, Korean and Chinese workbooks crushing underneath them, and licks his way down Joonmyun's neck. Snaking a leg around Zitao's waist, Joonmyun draws Zitao closer to him, crashing their hips together. The denim is rough between them and Zitao is quick to remove their jeans, leaving Joonmyun in briefs and Zitao in boxers.
Zitao lifts Joonmyun's shirt, a dark thin one he stole from Zitao the night before M last left for China, and sucks at pink nipples, licking and biting the little buds until they're hard and Joonmyun's shaking, before trailing his mouth down Joonmyun's chest and stomach.
Reaching the waistband of Joonmyun's briefs, Zitao blows hot air on Joonmyun bulge, giggling when the older man rolls his hips up.
Shoving his hand in his mouth, Joonmyun holds backs loud moans, a few escaping. Zitao and Joonmyun hold still, praying no one in the dorm heard them, Zitao's fingers digging into Joonmyun's thigh. The loud roar of the tv and Sehun, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol's noisy laughs from the living room can still be heard, and Zitao's tight grip on Joonmyun's thigh releases. Tomorrow there will be a bruise, and Joonmyun will press down on it when he hears Zitao's laugh while joking with Jongin and Sehun and wants to kiss him senseless.
The heavy blanket above them makes it hard for Joonmyun to see Zitao's face, the faint light creating shadows on cheeks and eyes and kitty curved lips and Joonmyun wants trace the edges with his fingers. He wants to see Zitao's eyes alight with excitement and passion, want and need battling with control.
Zitao nips at Joonmyun's hip bone, tugging his briefs down to his ankles in one movement, exposing Joonmyun's cock. Licking his lips, Zitao wraps a callused hand around it, jerking slowly until Joonmyun's erection was fully hard. He looks up at Joonmyun, dark hair falling in front of his eyes, and gives a teasing air-kiss before wrapping his lips around Joonmyun's cock, sliding his tongue along the length.
"Zitao, please. Yes," Joonmyun hisses out between clenched teeth, lifting a hand to tug on Zitao's hair. The rough treatment has him moaning and sucking deeper, licking and sucking at the head as he pulls up. Drawing off, he kisses the slit, smearing the shiny pre-come there on his lips.
Zitao breathes heavily, face flushed with pleasure and dark watchful eyes beaming with seduction and power.
"What did you say, hyung?" Zitao's throat already sounds raw and scratchy.
"Please, Zitao, I need you," Joonmyun whispers in Mandarin.
A bigger smile spreads across Zitao's face and he swallows Joonmyun down his throat again. Joonmyun's legs stiffen and his fingers tighten around Zitao's hair, saliva leaking out Zitao's mouth and down the sides. He works up and down, taking Joonmyun deeper with every movement. Sweat forms on Joonmyun's forehead and he closes his eyes, hearing the wet noises from Zitao's mouth. He's getting hotter and hotter, feeling his cock stiffen painfully when Zitao hums low in his throat and Joonmyun thrust up harder into him.
Joonmyun lets out a whimper in warning and says, "I'm going to come," broken little gasp between each word.
Zitao pulls off, a hand still working at a fast pace and spit working as a lube.
White ropes paint Zitao's face and lips when Joonmyun comes, eyes opening to watch. His tongue pokes out, tasting the come and Joonmyun pulls Zitao on top of him, kissing him and reaching a hand in his boxers. Zitao ruts against his hand, come on his face smearing on Joonmyun, and bites Joonmyun's lips as he comes, shaking.
After a hushed minute passes, Joonmyun moves to get a wet washcloth to clean them up with, and Zitao begins to fall asleep, eyes heavy with exhaustion once more. By the time Joonmyun's finished cleaning Zitao, he's faking light snores, little tiny noises from his nose, and arms reach up to wrap around Joonmyun's waist, pulling him down next to Zitao. He settles down, resting his head on Zitao's chest and waits for Yifan and Sehun to rouse them when the schedule begins.
joonmyun/sehun
197;g
Sehun likes to wake up in Joonmyun's arms, wrapped safe and secure in an embrace, and he likes nuzzling his nose into the space of Joonmyun's collarbone, smelling the faint scent of sweat still lingering even after their shared shower the night before.
Sehun likes how Joonmyun pulls him closer in his sleep and mutters half-formed words in his dreams, and he likes the kiss on the cheek Joonmyun gives him when the older man leaves to wake up the group, leaving Sehun for last.
Joonmyun likes the way Sehun follows him, always close and intimate, and he likes Sehun's face when tries to remain emotionless and passive to the group of fans yelling at them but then breaks into a full smile when Joonmyun messes up a dance step or a line from preplanned speech.
Joonmyun likes how Sehun's thin frame moves easily into dance steps with a confidence Joonmyun's never entirely mastered, slender hips thrusting in ways that remind Joonmyun of their night before in bed, and he likes the laughter that bubbles out of Sehun when he's happy, the full, delighted sound filling Joonmyun with a craving to make him laugh again and again.
joonmyun/jongin
224;g
Jongin shies away from his touch more than Joonmyun likes to acknowledge. When he wraps an arm around Jongin's shoulder, he's learned to anticipate the shrug and shove from the taller man, the two of them smiling like it's a joke when inside hurts Joonmyun. A friendly kiss on a cheek or a pat on the butt from Jongin is rare, and Joonmyun treasures each and every touch he's gifted with.
But sometimes he wants Jongin to response positively, maybe returning a pat on the back or leaning into a hug instead of pulling away. All Joonmyun wants is Jongin to know he's loved by all the members, but unfortunately Joonmyun isn't sure how to show it other than through touches and buying meals.
Jongin kisses him, a proper kiss of a lover, two months after confessing he thinks of Joonmyun more like than a hyung or leader. Joonmyun wants to die from happiness. He thought maybe Jongin didn't want him in that way, the constant teasing from Jongin's dancing making him ache for Jongin, and now that Joonmyun has him in his embrace he is not passing up the opportunity. He gives Jongin every frustrated moment, every held-back yearning to touch him, every pain he felt when Jongin pushed him off, into the kiss, and Jongin gives back a kiss just as fierce.
baekhyun/chanyeol
121;g
Baekhyun wakes up to a slap to his shoulder.
He rolls over, kicking his feet out into normally empty side of his bed, and gets Chanyeol right in the stomach. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Baekhyun sits up. He forgot Chanyeol had crawled into bed with him last night.
"What was that for, you jerk?" Baekhyun hisses out.
Chanyeol lets out a pitiful groan. "You weren't waking up," he moans into the pillow. "I demand a kiss to make it better."
Baekhyun bends over, kissing his chapped, dry lips. Chanyeol smiles.
"I meant my stomach where you kicked me, idiot, but that will do just fine."
Grabbing Baekhyun by the back of the neck, Chanyeol pulls him for another kiss.
jongdae/joonmyun (hints of jongdae/zitao/joonmyun)
58;pg
Jongdae grins at Joonmyun and blocks him from entering the hotel room.
"You want Zitao's ass, right?" Joonmyun nods.
"Well, we agree you can but only if you touch me too."
Joonmyun jumps up and down at the joy of fucking another maknae butt.
"How did you manage this?"
Jongdae rubs his sore butt, "Zitao fucked me first."
Jongdae/Zitao
186;g
Zitao enjoys watching Jongdae learning new dance steps.
He sits on the floor in the practice room, legs spread out, stretching for the cool down, and tries not to giggle when Jongdae's limbs flail about in a clumsy fashion. Zitao out right laughs when Jongdae trips and hops in air, trying to not down fall down. Jongdae turns around, glaring.
He puts a hand over his mouth, suppressing his sniggers, and stands up, walking towards Jongdae.
"Think you can be better?" Jongdae questions.
"Yes, hyung, but it's nice to see that you're trying to improve."Jongdae slaps his arms.
"That's no way to speak to someone older than you."
Zitao leans in close and whispers against his lips, "But you like it when I do. Don't you, hyung?" and kisses Jongdae.
Jongdae kisses back, opening his mouth and sucks at Zitao's bottom lip. Pulling him closer, their chests pushing together, Zitao angles Jongdae's head back, controlling the kiss.
Pushing away to breathe, Jongdae says, "Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're in control."
Zitao licks the shell of Jongdae's ear, smiling when he shakes.
"Yes, it does."
yifan/baekhyun
86;g
Yifan likes cute things.
He pretends he doesn't but he's bad at hiding his emotions most of the time and Baekhyun being short and adorable does not help. In fact, Luhan and Yixing teased him for days after Yifan once blushed after Baekhyun saved Yifan at spot at dinner next to him.
He can't help it, the shorter man brings out his younger, more playful side. He also sees the way Baekhyun flirts with him, eyes on his large hands when he reaches out to Baekhyun.
jongdae/zitao
189;g
"Panda, panda, panda!"
Zitao bounces the new gift he received from a fan on Jongdae's shoulder while they wait in line at the airport. Rolling his eyes Jongdae gnores the younger man, letting him have his fun. Jongdae figures it's better than a cranky Zitao walking around through security with his 'I truly don't give a fuck' look.
That is until Zitao hits his face with the toy panda, screeching in a high pitched voice, "Jongdae hyung, give little panda a kiss!"
He turns to Zitao, irritated. "You're doing this piss me off, aren't you?"
"No," Zitao replies in his normal voice. Then he holds the panda up and resumes his annoying childish voice.
"Kisses for little panda!"
Zitao is lucky he's cute, Jongdae thinks, and kisses the panda.
When he sees Zitao's smiling face, he stands on his toes and kisses Zitao on the nose.
"Pandas have their kisses, so will you shut up now?"
Cheeks pink and eyes wide, Zitao nods and wraps his arms around Jongdae's shoulders, finally quiet.
Jongdae doesn't in any way lean back into Zitao's touch, enjoying the warmth Zitao gives off.
joonmyun/sehun yifan/luhan/yixing
pg; 234
"You are not setting me up on a date, Yifan," Joonmyun calls from across the store.
"Why not?" The muffled reply is from under a table where the creepy dusty dolls sit.
"Because you work in a toy store with evil things and you're in a relationship with a man that looks twelve and another who is a songwriter pretending he's a unicorn."
Yifan's head pops up.
"When did Yixing say he was a unicorn?"
Joonmyun picks up a toy airplane, blowing dust off of it.
"He said 'I'm Luhan and Kris' unicorn, Lay. Nice to meet you.' Do I want to know what that means?"
Yifan looks guilty and shakes his head. "You don't want to know. It's a threesome thing."
"Oh god," Joonmyun wheezes out and then sneezes. "I am not going out with some weirdo you picked out, you sex freak."
Joonmyun actually looks terrified and like he's panicking.
"And why don't you ever clean in here? No wants to buy toys for their children when the store looks like hasn't been cleaned for fifty years!"
"The store is not that dirty and I'm not a freak. I think you would like Sehun. He's bratty and demanding, just the way you like them."
Joonmyun thinks while Yifan rearranges wooden blocks, and coming to decision, he holds out a dusting feather to Yifan.
"I'll go if you help me clean the store."
joonmyun/sehun
pg-13;286
"Bow down to me, peasants"
Sehun stomps through the hall, glaring at anyone who looks him in the eye. He is a fucking prince and the only people worthy of looking the Handsome Prince Sehun in the eye now that he's an adult are his parents, the king and queen, and his future husband, Joonmyun otherwise known as the Great Flawless Suho.
Sehun is not so patiently waiting for his wedding so Joonmyun can finally fulfill all the promises he whispers in his Sehun's ear while they have dinner in front of the royal court. Sehun's parents refuse to leave them alone after they caught the two of them half-naked in the horse stables until their wedding night and the contract between the two cities is signed. But Sehun's a teenager with needs, goddamn it, and he wants to fuck the oh-so-innocent looking Joonmyun.
When Sehun first met Suho, the prince he was betrothed to, he thought the short, sweet smiling man was tremendously uninteresting and dull, and he continued to think so until Suho leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You can call me Joonmyun instead of Suho or more likely, hyung when I'm riding you tonight in bed."
Sehun may have spilled wine and ruined his mother's favorite tablecloth afterwards.
And so began the adventure to find a place to have sex without the entire palace, or at least their parents, finding out about it.
For the past six months Joonmyun and him hid about the palace looking for little hidden nooks to kiss in and, if Sehun's particularly lucky, a place to strip Joonmyun naked, exploring what little of Joonmyun's body he can get his hands on before they're found.
jongdae/zitao
193;r
It's their first time having sex, their first time like this, and nerves bite at Zitao, sweat beading down his back while he undresses. He slides into Jongdae feeling the muscles tightening and relaxing around him.
He pauses, fully inside, and sighs, waiting for Jongdae's signal to move.
At his nod, Zitao begins moving with slow, deliberate pushes, laughing at the awkwardness between them.
Jongdae joins in with his own suppressed laughter.
He stops laughing when Zitao changes the angle of his hips, groaning deep in his throat, and pushes back, meeting Zitao's thrust. Zitao doesn't last long, shaking and coming into Jongdae within minutes.
He pulls out, sensitive to touch, and replacing his erection with long fingers, sucks Jongdae into his mouth. There's a noisy moan from Jongdae as he comes and Zitao pulls away, wiping at his face.
Falling into the empty spot next him, Zitao buries his head in Jongdae's chest, their legs tangling together, and says, "I'm sleeping in your bed tonight. Screw Duizhang, he can sleep with Minseok hyung or something."
Jongdae hums, half-asleep, and hides his face in a pillow, waiting for Yifan's pounding at the door.
jongdae/zitao
454;pg
Zitao is almost the precise opposite of Jongdae's ideal girl.
From that pickling of attraction eating at Jongdae the moment Zitao first smiled at him, young and cute like a small kitten purring at those surrounding him, to the urge to drag Zitao nearer when they sit side by side on a couch watching a movie, the slight crush he has on Zitao bothers him.
For one, Zitao isn't a girl, and although this isn't the first time Jongdae's had a crush on a man, it's the first time he's wanted to kiss someone younger than him. Jongdae's the youngest in his family, he's used to people caring for him, and he dreamed of falling in love with a beautiful noona who would care and support him. He didn't think he would fall in love with a young brat who half the fucking time forgets to use formal language and whines when he wants to go shopping or is hungry.
And the whining when hungry thing is so not fair because that's Jongdae's thing.
He pitifully whines to the noonas helping them get ready and they secretly pass Jongdae small bits of food and snacks. But then Zitao pouts, sticking out his lower lip and aiming big sad eyes at him, and Jongdae has no choice but to share with him.
In the end, he doesn't mind sharing food with Zitao, it's given them time to talk after debuting. Jongdae never got the chance to get to close Zitao during their training, he was spending more time focusing on catching up on dancing and learning a new language than socializing with someone he was having unwelcomed romantic feelings for.
Sitting alongside Zitao on bench couch, one of the younger's legs kicking the back of Jongdae's calf with each swing, has given him an understanding of Zitao and a greater need to hold him closer, resting an hand on Zitao's back when they're called to begin filming.
Zitao is not his ideal girl, he doesn't baby Jongdae or buy him meals, but he does respond to Jongdae's kisses, dragging him nearer and whispering 'finally' when they part, and he slips into Jongdae's bed at night, cuddling for warmth and snickering when elbows and knees and soft parts collide.
He doesn't mind when he takes care of the younger, he thinks, brushing gray fluffy strings away from Zitao's mouth, the ugly sweater quickly becoming something Jongdae needs to destroy if it continues to make him touch Zitao in public when he can't pull them to a concealed spot and kiss the sticky lipgloss off Zitao.
Not ideal, but possibly more interesting when Zitao's raises an eyebrow and smirks, knowing Jongdae's not so innocent thoughts about him.
Sehun/Zitao/Joonmyun
372;r
Moaning into the curve of Sehun's neck, Zitao hooks a leg around his waist, rubbing their cocks together.
"Hyung, please touch us, we need you."
Sehun digs his nails in his bedsheets, calling out to Joonmyun again and throws his head back into the soft pillow behind him, exposing more sensitive flesh for Zitao.
"Hyung, please."
Joonmyun's back is pressed against the door to his and Sehun's shared bathroom, wet towel from his shower still hanging low on his hips. Zitao's naked body is draped over Sehun's thinner frame, hiding flushed red skin.
He's known the two of them do this, the thin walls of the dorm block nothing, but to see it with his own eyes startles Joonmyun. Seeing naked tangled limbs fitting together like missing puzzles, Zitao's back marked red with nail scrapings, reminds Joonmyun he must stop this before they're found out.
"Joonmyun hyung," Sehun whines out, Zitao joining in this time with his little pleads.
Rolling off Sehun, Zitao stalks towards Joonmyun, cat-like reflexes in every movement, and placing one hand above Joonmyun's shoulder and another next to his hip, traps him against the door, kissing him full and needy on the mouth.
The sheer wrongness of this situation makes Zitao's mouth taste sinful and delightful, like every kiss in the world will never compare to one him and Zitao are sharing.
They should stop, the honest leader in him scolds, this will end badly. Joonmyun's resolve to stop disappears with a low moan from Sehun, a little sound he's become familiar with in the past months when sharing a room means no privacy, and pulling away, Zitao strips him of his towel, taking his hand and leading him towards the bed.
Sehun kisses taste just as sinful with an added sweetness tied in, and Joonmyun falls into bed with them, Sehun underneath him and Zitao hovering over him.
"You planned this?" He questions when they're finished, come and lube drying on their stomachs and between their legs.
Zitao hums, half asleep, into his hair, wrapping an arm around him.
On the other side of Joonmyun, Sehun confirms it, "We wanted to share you, hyung."
Joonmyun falls asleep nestled between them, the guilt and fear waiting until morning.