PURR
Title: Purr
Pairing(s): Lay/Luhan
Rating: PG15
Word count: 3 151 words
Summary: Luhan's purr is Yixing's most favorite thing in the world.
Author's Note: Originally written for http://kittyexo12.livejournal.com/9625.html
“Luhan likes this a lot. The first time I cooked this at home he nearly finished the entire pot. Lucky I had some left overs from the previous night’s dinner so I had something to eat. Now I cook this whenever I have time.” Ah Mei, Yixing's co-host, chuckles beside him. She knows Luhan's tendency to eat enthusiastically when Yixing cooks something with meat having witnessed it personally when she was invited for dinner at Yixing's house.
The camera zooms in on Yixing’s hand that is busy stirring the simmering sauce so the cameraman missed the small smile playing on Yixing’s lips as he recalled that night that he first cooked the dish. His co-host smiles at the joy that seems to drip out of Yixing’s very pores as they proceed with cooking. She and Yixing have been hosting Cooking With Lay for three years now, their show just happens to be the most watched cooking show in Beijing, but they have known each other for years even before they started working together as co-hosts, back when Yixing was still a singer. Now Yixing is happy with being a host of a cooking show and a twice weekly music show that solo performers as well as idol groups are eager to be in. It never ceases to amaze her how one person, or in Yixing’s case one hybrid, can change a man’s life.
Yixing stirs the sauce a few more times before he deems it thick enough and adds in the already stir-fried beef, shiitake mushroom, shallots, capsicum, and asparagus. The studio is filled with the mouthwatering smell of Yixing’s concoction and in just a matter of minutes the filming for next week’s episode of Cooking With Lay is wrapped up as the dish is plated nicely and garnished with coriander leaves.
Yixing hastily bids his co-host and the production team goodbye after the director told everyone to pack up. Yixing quickly exits Studio 24 and is out in the hallway headed towards the lifts when he bumps into a well-known variety show host. Being one of the people in the business that Yixing admires, he stops and greets the middle-aged man.
"Oh! Yixing! It has been a while since we last saw each other. How are you?" The older, slightly balding man greets enthusiastically and Yixing can’t help but smile. He bows to the older man and gets a pat on the back in return.
“I am doing well, Uncle. I just finished filming for Cooking With Lay. How are you? I haven’t seen you much lately. I heard you are going to have a new weekend show. Congratulations!”
“You still haven’t changed Xing Xing. It’s quite rare to find celebrities like you these days.” Yixing smiles at the older man, dimples showing on either side of his cheeks. Despite growing up under the limelight and the constant hum of camera shutters Yixing still feels flustered when compliments are thrown at him especially if they come from seniors who have been in the business for as long as he can remember.
The old man laughs heartily seeing Yixing's flustered state. He always takes great joy in seeing those dimples more so if he was the one who caused them to appear. He remembers that day when Yixing made his first television guesting at the tender age of four, face round, eyes twinkling, and smile infectious. He was the host back then and Yixing an aspiring child star. Now Yixing is a star of his own, bright, but still humble. Perhaps it was the hardships that he went through as a celebrity and as a private person during that tumultuous time in his life that Yixing, or Lay as he is known by fans, has remained grounded and level-headed despite his fame.
The elevator dings and Yixing lets the older man get in first. It's a bit crowded as most workers are off the clock and are heading for home. Yixing can already imagine the nightmare that is the Beijing traffic at this hour. They are greeted with tired smiles and quiet hellos as Yixing bends a little to his right to reach the control panel of the wall to press the B2 button. He wonders for a while, brows furrowing a little, if he left his car in Basement 1 or Basement 2.
"I parked my car beside yours, yes, it's Basement 2." Yixing sighs in relief as the old man chuckles. "Still Forgetful Xing. Really has not changed. I saw that the slot next to your car was empty when I came so I just parked there."
The lift opens to the second level basement with just three occupants in it. Yixing spots his car easily, a black Mercedes S6 that has LULU as its special plate. The older man goes to the gray Jaguar beside Yixing's car but pauses just before opening the door of the driver's seat.
"By the way, have you tried that special chili paste I gave you last time? I made that myself."
"Yes, Uncle. It was really delicious. But I only ever got to taste one spoonful of it. Luhan finished the entire bottle." Yixing smiles bashfully and fidgets with the car key in his hand. He had tried the chili paste when he got home on the very same day it had been given to him only to find the bottle completely empty the following day when he got back from a press conference. Luhan's naturally pink lips had been swollen and red and he kept burping. Yixing didn't have to ask as Luhan had volunteered the information of how he had smothered his chow mein during lunch and his pizza during dinner with the said chili paste claiming it was the best chili paste he had tasted in his life. Yixing would have been upset if not for the fact that Luhan had sidled up to him afterwards and declared that Yixing is still the Best Chef in the World! The brat knows how and when to suck up to get himself out of trouble.
Yixing is interrupted from his thoughts as the sound of laughter reaches his ears. He smiles. A smile that lights up his face like no spotlight or screaming fans can make.
“I will send you another bottle next weekend. I will make some more when I come back from visiting my daughter in Nanjing.”
“Please don’t go through so much trouble, Uncle.”
“It’s nothing.” The man dismisses any argument that Yixing is about to voice out with a wave of his hand. “Seeing you happy like that is all the thank you that I need.”
Yixing’s smile is soft and serene as he waves goodbye to the older man. He stands outside the driver’s seat of his car and looks on as the other car drives away. He decides not to tell Luhan about the chili paste that he is expecting next week because the hybrid has the tendency to be impatient when waiting for something. Speaking of waiting... Yixing turns his wrist to check his watch and lets out a gasp as he sees that it’s nearly six o’clock. Luhan would be hungry by now. A hungry Luhan is a sulky Luhan.
By the time Yixing’s car pulls to a stop at his slot in the residential complex, it is already dark and the breeze chilly against his skin under the thin material of his white polo. He forgoes taking the elevator for taking a sprint up the stairs since his apartment is only on the third floor. He takes a breath upon reaching the third floor landing and takes out his keys from his trouser pocket. He is about to insert the key to unlock the door when he hears rustling on the other side followed by a thump and a muffled groan. Yixing’s brow furrow as he worries that something might have happened to Luhan. He is about to turn the knob when the door is yanked from his hand and he lands on his butt on the cold floor with an armful of blond haired, gangly limbed hybrid.
“Whoa. Someone’s happy to see me.” Yixing’s voice is light and teasing even as he can feel the pain on his ass from the unexpected fall. Luhan mumbles a reply but is too faint for Yixing to hear as the hybrid buries his face in Yixing’s shoulder. Yixing knows what Luhan is not saying in words. The hybrid has separation anxiety as a result of his past experiences so Yixing just caresses Luhan’s back soothingly. They stay like that for a while, not minding the fact that some neighbor might see them on the floor outside their apartment. The quiet atmosphere is broken when Luhan's stomach decides to make its current state known with a loud rumble. Yixing laughs, loud and carefree. Luhan pulls away to glare at him before hitting him on the shoulder.
"I know you'd be famished by the time I get here so I dropped by Quanjude to get this.” Yixing shakes the paper bag directly in front of Luhan’s face who looks at it suspiciously. It takes a couple of seconds before the smell of the food inside the bag is recognized and Luhan’s eyes widen. Yixing knows how and when to bribe Luhan.
Luhan gets up slowly from where he is seated on Yixing’s lap and storms straight into the kitchen without another word. He will not show Yixing just how pleased he is even as the twitching of his yellow furry ears betray him. He can hear Yixing chuckle from where he is toeing off his shoes and putting on his slippers even with the clinking of plates and chopsticks against the glass top of the dining table.
Yixing finally gets into the kitchen just as Luhan places the bottle of wine and two glasses on the table. It is their shared opinion that roast duck should always be eaten with a glass or two of wine. He sits down on his usual spot and watches as Yixing unpacks the contents of the paper bag. His eyes flick from Yixing’s face and to the food a few times and sees the smile playing on Yixing’s face. He fights the smile trying to bloom on his face and pretends to be busy by fiddling with his chopsticks but loses the fight anyway when Yixing drops a kiss on the top of his head.
Luhan is about to roll up his wrap when Yixing tuts beside him. He gives Yixing a scowl before a couple slices of cucumber is placed on top of the duck slices. Luhan’s whines are ignored as Yixing opens the bottle of wine and pours half a glass for each of them.
“You are not Baekhyun so eat your cucumbers,” Yixing says firmly. “If he is not a good influence on you I will not allow him to come here anymore.”
Luhan gives him a pout before sighing in resignation and eating his now cucumber laden duck. Baekhyun is the hybrid that lives two floors up and is Luhan’s only friend in the apartment complex. Unlike Luhan who is quiet and reserved, Baekhyun is loud and very sociable. Despite the stark differences in their characters Luhan and Baekhyun have become friends because the latter insists that beauties like Luhan should have friends.
Dinner is uneventful. Yixing is happy to watch Luhan eat to his heart’s content. They clear the table when both of them are full and Yixing lets Luhan wash the dishes as he sorts the left overs and puts them in the fridge. He sneaks up on Luhan and wraps his arms around the hybrid’s waist earning him a squeak and an indignant huff. Yixing chuckles as he tightens his arms around Luhan who leans back into the warmth of Yixing’s body.
“Shower or bath?” Yixing’s breath is warm on Luhan’s face. Up close like this Yixing can see clearly the fine hairs that line Luhan’s jaw, a trait that not many hybrids display. Not that Luhan is like most hybrids.
“Hmm…,” Luhan ponders for a bit while Yixing nuzzles his jaw, “Bath,” Luhan breathes out as Yixing kisses the column of his neck and tongues at his carotid. Yixing smiles when he feels the hitching of Luhan’s breath.
“Bath it is.” Yixing slinks away with a smirk on his face and the slightly flustered to Luhan continues washing the dishes in relative peace.. He goes to the bathroom to prepare the water for the bath. Luhan likes it really warm and with lots of bubbles so he pours a generous amount of the vanilla scented bath gel. He then proceeds to unbutton his polo to take it off followed soon after by his pants. He puts the discarded clothes into the hamper and debates with himself whether to put the orange coloured rubber duckie into the tub as well. Luhan likes the toy a lot and would therefore take a longer time in the bath if given it but the decision is taken out of his hand when Luhan comes in and lets out a squeak upon seeing where Yixing is staring. The toy is snatched from its perch on the shelf beside the sink and given a squeeze right in front of Yixing's face. Yixing has to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the giggling Luhan. Luhan is very much like a kid despite the fact that he is already in his twenties, not that Yixing minds. Luhan's childlike nature makes him feel young and alive.
Luhan puts up his arms and blinks at Yixing, happy smile etched on his face. Yixing obliges by grabbing the hem of Luhan's shirt and pulling it up and off of him. Yixing throws the shirt into the hamper where it joins the clothes he wore earlier. When Yixing turns back to Luhan, the latter is already out of his shorts and boxers and animatedly talking to Ahiru, the rubber duckie. Yixing thinks Luhan watches too much anime.
“Yixing! I’ve convinced Ahiru to join us in the bath!” Luhan waves the toy in front of Yixing’s face with such a happy face one would think the toy had a choice in the first place. Yixing just gives him a nod and gets in the tub first. He would need a comfortable position if Luhan decides to stay in the tub longer. He reaches out a hand to help Luhan in after he is settled inside. Yixing works a moderate amount of shampoo in Luhan’s hair and cautiously massages the latter’s scalp. If Luhan he is enjoying it he doesn’t say anything, he is too preoccupied squeezing the rubber toy and copying the sound it makes every time. The only reason Yixing knows Luhan is happy with how the former’s fingers thread through his hair is by the rapid twitching of his ears. Yixing washes off the shampoo from Luhan’s hair using the shower head without warning causing the hybrid to splutter as water cascaded down his face. Yixing laughs in amusement as Luhan huffs and crosses his arms on his chest.
“Yixing is so mean, Ahiru!”
“Am I? You are the one who is mean. You ignore me for that duck and you don’t even say thank you.” Yixing’s stern voice makes Luhan’s eyes widen. He turns around to look at Yixing just as the latter returns the showerhead into its slot. He blinks a few times seeing Yixing’s expressionless face before suddenly launching himself on said man. Once again Yixing finds himself with an armful of blond hybrid before Luhan starts showering his face with little kisses.
“I’m sorry.”
Yixing does not say anything in response and just looks at Luhan’s solemn face. Yixing sighs in content, Luhan’s little kisses on his face is one of his favorite things. He closes his eyes and lets the hybrid shower him with kisses all over his face for a while more before putting one hand on his hip and cupping his neck with the other. He pulls Luhan even closer and kisses him full on the lips. Luhan immediately parts his lips and runs his tongue on Yixing’s plump lower lip, the latter does not need any more invitation than that and immediately sucks Luhan’s tongue into his mouth. Luhan moans into the kiss and shifts so he is sitting with his ass directly on Yixing’s crotch. He moans louder as Yixing’s half-hard dick presses against his entrance. He grinds down just as Yixing licks the roof of his mouth and they moan in unison. Yixing reaches down to Luhan’s ass but his hand is swatted away. Luhan wraps a hand around Yixing’s cock and pumps it to full hardness before aligning it with his twitching hole and sinking down on it.
“Luhan,” Yixing groans at the sudden tight warm heat surrounding his cock. Luhan likes to be taken raw sometimes and after years of being together Yixing still has not gotten used to it. After only a short while Luhan starts bouncing on Yixing’s lap. The bathroom is filled with the sound of breathless pants and pleasured moans as they both chase their orgasm. Luhan shudders and comes with a moan with Yixing following soon after just a few more upwards thrusts. Luhan slumps on Yixing’s chest feeling full and sated. Yixing kisses him on his forehead as he catches his breath. A smile breaks out on Yixing’s face when he hears a low rumbling sound from Luhan. Luhan’s purring.
Yixing drains the tub while a sleepy Luhan mildly protests the sudden loss of warmth around him. Yixing pulls him up and rinses the both of them under the shower, he will deal with the bathtub and the rubber duckie in the morning. He wraps the half-asleep Luhan in a white fluffy towel before leading him out of the bath and into their bedroom. He sits the hybrid down on the edge of the bed as he dries the mop of blond hair with another towel. He looks down to see Luhan’s eyes are close so he takes it to himself to take off the towel he wrapped around the hybrid and put on a pair of boxers for him before settling him on the bed. He quickly dries his own hair and wears his own fresh pair of boxers before joining Luhan in bed. He pulls up the cover over both of them just as Luhan unconsciously curls up closer to him. Instead of soft snores he hears the low rumbling sound again that Luhan makes when he is happy and contented. Yixing wraps an arm around Luhan’s torso before planting a kiss on the forehead on the sleeping hybrid. He closes his eyes and lets the faint sound of Luhan’s purrs, his most favorite sound in the world, lull him to sleep.
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Pairing(s): Lay/Luhan
Rating: PG15
Word count: 3 151 words
Summary: Luhan's purr is Yixing's most favorite thing in the world.
Author's Note: Originally written for http://kittyexo12.livejournal.com/9625.html
“Luhan likes this a lot. The first time I cooked this at home he nearly finished the entire pot. Lucky I had some left overs from the previous night’s dinner so I had something to eat. Now I cook this whenever I have time.” Ah Mei, Yixing's co-host, chuckles beside him. She knows Luhan's tendency to eat enthusiastically when Yixing cooks something with meat having witnessed it personally when she was invited for dinner at Yixing's house.
The camera zooms in on Yixing’s hand that is busy stirring the simmering sauce so the cameraman missed the small smile playing on Yixing’s lips as he recalled that night that he first cooked the dish. His co-host smiles at the joy that seems to drip out of Yixing’s very pores as they proceed with cooking. She and Yixing have been hosting Cooking With Lay for three years now, their show just happens to be the most watched cooking show in Beijing, but they have known each other for years even before they started working together as co-hosts, back when Yixing was still a singer. Now Yixing is happy with being a host of a cooking show and a twice weekly music show that solo performers as well as idol groups are eager to be in. It never ceases to amaze her how one person, or in Yixing’s case one hybrid, can change a man’s life.
Yixing stirs the sauce a few more times before he deems it thick enough and adds in the already stir-fried beef, shiitake mushroom, shallots, capsicum, and asparagus. The studio is filled with the mouthwatering smell of Yixing’s concoction and in just a matter of minutes the filming for next week’s episode of Cooking With Lay is wrapped up as the dish is plated nicely and garnished with coriander leaves.
Yixing hastily bids his co-host and the production team goodbye after the director told everyone to pack up. Yixing quickly exits Studio 24 and is out in the hallway headed towards the lifts when he bumps into a well-known variety show host. Being one of the people in the business that Yixing admires, he stops and greets the middle-aged man.
"Oh! Yixing! It has been a while since we last saw each other. How are you?" The older, slightly balding man greets enthusiastically and Yixing can’t help but smile. He bows to the older man and gets a pat on the back in return.
“I am doing well, Uncle. I just finished filming for Cooking With Lay. How are you? I haven’t seen you much lately. I heard you are going to have a new weekend show. Congratulations!”
“You still haven’t changed Xing Xing. It’s quite rare to find celebrities like you these days.” Yixing smiles at the older man, dimples showing on either side of his cheeks. Despite growing up under the limelight and the constant hum of camera shutters Yixing still feels flustered when compliments are thrown at him especially if they come from seniors who have been in the business for as long as he can remember.
The old man laughs heartily seeing Yixing's flustered state. He always takes great joy in seeing those dimples more so if he was the one who caused them to appear. He remembers that day when Yixing made his first television guesting at the tender age of four, face round, eyes twinkling, and smile infectious. He was the host back then and Yixing an aspiring child star. Now Yixing is a star of his own, bright, but still humble. Perhaps it was the hardships that he went through as a celebrity and as a private person during that tumultuous time in his life that Yixing, or Lay as he is known by fans, has remained grounded and level-headed despite his fame.
The elevator dings and Yixing lets the older man get in first. It's a bit crowded as most workers are off the clock and are heading for home. Yixing can already imagine the nightmare that is the Beijing traffic at this hour. They are greeted with tired smiles and quiet hellos as Yixing bends a little to his right to reach the control panel of the wall to press the B2 button. He wonders for a while, brows furrowing a little, if he left his car in Basement 1 or Basement 2.
"I parked my car beside yours, yes, it's Basement 2." Yixing sighs in relief as the old man chuckles. "Still Forgetful Xing. Really has not changed. I saw that the slot next to your car was empty when I came so I just parked there."
The lift opens to the second level basement with just three occupants in it. Yixing spots his car easily, a black Mercedes S6 that has LULU as its special plate. The older man goes to the gray Jaguar beside Yixing's car but pauses just before opening the door of the driver's seat.
"By the way, have you tried that special chili paste I gave you last time? I made that myself."
"Yes, Uncle. It was really delicious. But I only ever got to taste one spoonful of it. Luhan finished the entire bottle." Yixing smiles bashfully and fidgets with the car key in his hand. He had tried the chili paste when he got home on the very same day it had been given to him only to find the bottle completely empty the following day when he got back from a press conference. Luhan's naturally pink lips had been swollen and red and he kept burping. Yixing didn't have to ask as Luhan had volunteered the information of how he had smothered his chow mein during lunch and his pizza during dinner with the said chili paste claiming it was the best chili paste he had tasted in his life. Yixing would have been upset if not for the fact that Luhan had sidled up to him afterwards and declared that Yixing is still the Best Chef in the World! The brat knows how and when to suck up to get himself out of trouble.
Yixing is interrupted from his thoughts as the sound of laughter reaches his ears. He smiles. A smile that lights up his face like no spotlight or screaming fans can make.
“I will send you another bottle next weekend. I will make some more when I come back from visiting my daughter in Nanjing.”
“Please don’t go through so much trouble, Uncle.”
“It’s nothing.” The man dismisses any argument that Yixing is about to voice out with a wave of his hand. “Seeing you happy like that is all the thank you that I need.”
Yixing’s smile is soft and serene as he waves goodbye to the older man. He stands outside the driver’s seat of his car and looks on as the other car drives away. He decides not to tell Luhan about the chili paste that he is expecting next week because the hybrid has the tendency to be impatient when waiting for something. Speaking of waiting... Yixing turns his wrist to check his watch and lets out a gasp as he sees that it’s nearly six o’clock. Luhan would be hungry by now. A hungry Luhan is a sulky Luhan.
By the time Yixing’s car pulls to a stop at his slot in the residential complex, it is already dark and the breeze chilly against his skin under the thin material of his white polo. He forgoes taking the elevator for taking a sprint up the stairs since his apartment is only on the third floor. He takes a breath upon reaching the third floor landing and takes out his keys from his trouser pocket. He is about to insert the key to unlock the door when he hears rustling on the other side followed by a thump and a muffled groan. Yixing’s brow furrow as he worries that something might have happened to Luhan. He is about to turn the knob when the door is yanked from his hand and he lands on his butt on the cold floor with an armful of blond haired, gangly limbed hybrid.
“Whoa. Someone’s happy to see me.” Yixing’s voice is light and teasing even as he can feel the pain on his ass from the unexpected fall. Luhan mumbles a reply but is too faint for Yixing to hear as the hybrid buries his face in Yixing’s shoulder. Yixing knows what Luhan is not saying in words. The hybrid has separation anxiety as a result of his past experiences so Yixing just caresses Luhan’s back soothingly. They stay like that for a while, not minding the fact that some neighbor might see them on the floor outside their apartment. The quiet atmosphere is broken when Luhan's stomach decides to make its current state known with a loud rumble. Yixing laughs, loud and carefree. Luhan pulls away to glare at him before hitting him on the shoulder.
"I know you'd be famished by the time I get here so I dropped by Quanjude to get this.” Yixing shakes the paper bag directly in front of Luhan’s face who looks at it suspiciously. It takes a couple of seconds before the smell of the food inside the bag is recognized and Luhan’s eyes widen. Yixing knows how and when to bribe Luhan.
Luhan gets up slowly from where he is seated on Yixing’s lap and storms straight into the kitchen without another word. He will not show Yixing just how pleased he is even as the twitching of his yellow furry ears betray him. He can hear Yixing chuckle from where he is toeing off his shoes and putting on his slippers even with the clinking of plates and chopsticks against the glass top of the dining table.
Yixing finally gets into the kitchen just as Luhan places the bottle of wine and two glasses on the table. It is their shared opinion that roast duck should always be eaten with a glass or two of wine. He sits down on his usual spot and watches as Yixing unpacks the contents of the paper bag. His eyes flick from Yixing’s face and to the food a few times and sees the smile playing on Yixing’s face. He fights the smile trying to bloom on his face and pretends to be busy by fiddling with his chopsticks but loses the fight anyway when Yixing drops a kiss on the top of his head.
Luhan is about to roll up his wrap when Yixing tuts beside him. He gives Yixing a scowl before a couple slices of cucumber is placed on top of the duck slices. Luhan’s whines are ignored as Yixing opens the bottle of wine and pours half a glass for each of them.
“You are not Baekhyun so eat your cucumbers,” Yixing says firmly. “If he is not a good influence on you I will not allow him to come here anymore.”
Luhan gives him a pout before sighing in resignation and eating his now cucumber laden duck. Baekhyun is the hybrid that lives two floors up and is Luhan’s only friend in the apartment complex. Unlike Luhan who is quiet and reserved, Baekhyun is loud and very sociable. Despite the stark differences in their characters Luhan and Baekhyun have become friends because the latter insists that beauties like Luhan should have friends.
Dinner is uneventful. Yixing is happy to watch Luhan eat to his heart’s content. They clear the table when both of them are full and Yixing lets Luhan wash the dishes as he sorts the left overs and puts them in the fridge. He sneaks up on Luhan and wraps his arms around the hybrid’s waist earning him a squeak and an indignant huff. Yixing chuckles as he tightens his arms around Luhan who leans back into the warmth of Yixing’s body.
“Shower or bath?” Yixing’s breath is warm on Luhan’s face. Up close like this Yixing can see clearly the fine hairs that line Luhan’s jaw, a trait that not many hybrids display. Not that Luhan is like most hybrids.
“Hmm…,” Luhan ponders for a bit while Yixing nuzzles his jaw, “Bath,” Luhan breathes out as Yixing kisses the column of his neck and tongues at his carotid. Yixing smiles when he feels the hitching of Luhan’s breath.
“Bath it is.” Yixing slinks away with a smirk on his face and the slightly flustered to Luhan continues washing the dishes in relative peace.. He goes to the bathroom to prepare the water for the bath. Luhan likes it really warm and with lots of bubbles so he pours a generous amount of the vanilla scented bath gel. He then proceeds to unbutton his polo to take it off followed soon after by his pants. He puts the discarded clothes into the hamper and debates with himself whether to put the orange coloured rubber duckie into the tub as well. Luhan likes the toy a lot and would therefore take a longer time in the bath if given it but the decision is taken out of his hand when Luhan comes in and lets out a squeak upon seeing where Yixing is staring. The toy is snatched from its perch on the shelf beside the sink and given a squeeze right in front of Yixing's face. Yixing has to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the giggling Luhan. Luhan is very much like a kid despite the fact that he is already in his twenties, not that Yixing minds. Luhan's childlike nature makes him feel young and alive.
Luhan puts up his arms and blinks at Yixing, happy smile etched on his face. Yixing obliges by grabbing the hem of Luhan's shirt and pulling it up and off of him. Yixing throws the shirt into the hamper where it joins the clothes he wore earlier. When Yixing turns back to Luhan, the latter is already out of his shorts and boxers and animatedly talking to Ahiru, the rubber duckie. Yixing thinks Luhan watches too much anime.
“Yixing! I’ve convinced Ahiru to join us in the bath!” Luhan waves the toy in front of Yixing’s face with such a happy face one would think the toy had a choice in the first place. Yixing just gives him a nod and gets in the tub first. He would need a comfortable position if Luhan decides to stay in the tub longer. He reaches out a hand to help Luhan in after he is settled inside. Yixing works a moderate amount of shampoo in Luhan’s hair and cautiously massages the latter’s scalp. If Luhan he is enjoying it he doesn’t say anything, he is too preoccupied squeezing the rubber toy and copying the sound it makes every time. The only reason Yixing knows Luhan is happy with how the former’s fingers thread through his hair is by the rapid twitching of his ears. Yixing washes off the shampoo from Luhan’s hair using the shower head without warning causing the hybrid to splutter as water cascaded down his face. Yixing laughs in amusement as Luhan huffs and crosses his arms on his chest.
“Yixing is so mean, Ahiru!”
“Am I? You are the one who is mean. You ignore me for that duck and you don’t even say thank you.” Yixing’s stern voice makes Luhan’s eyes widen. He turns around to look at Yixing just as the latter returns the showerhead into its slot. He blinks a few times seeing Yixing’s expressionless face before suddenly launching himself on said man. Once again Yixing finds himself with an armful of blond hybrid before Luhan starts showering his face with little kisses.
“I’m sorry.”
Yixing does not say anything in response and just looks at Luhan’s solemn face. Yixing sighs in content, Luhan’s little kisses on his face is one of his favorite things. He closes his eyes and lets the hybrid shower him with kisses all over his face for a while more before putting one hand on his hip and cupping his neck with the other. He pulls Luhan even closer and kisses him full on the lips. Luhan immediately parts his lips and runs his tongue on Yixing’s plump lower lip, the latter does not need any more invitation than that and immediately sucks Luhan’s tongue into his mouth. Luhan moans into the kiss and shifts so he is sitting with his ass directly on Yixing’s crotch. He moans louder as Yixing’s half-hard dick presses against his entrance. He grinds down just as Yixing licks the roof of his mouth and they moan in unison. Yixing reaches down to Luhan’s ass but his hand is swatted away. Luhan wraps a hand around Yixing’s cock and pumps it to full hardness before aligning it with his twitching hole and sinking down on it.
“Luhan,” Yixing groans at the sudden tight warm heat surrounding his cock. Luhan likes to be taken raw sometimes and after years of being together Yixing still has not gotten used to it. After only a short while Luhan starts bouncing on Yixing’s lap. The bathroom is filled with the sound of breathless pants and pleasured moans as they both chase their orgasm. Luhan shudders and comes with a moan with Yixing following soon after just a few more upwards thrusts. Luhan slumps on Yixing’s chest feeling full and sated. Yixing kisses him on his forehead as he catches his breath. A smile breaks out on Yixing’s face when he hears a low rumbling sound from Luhan. Luhan’s purring.
Yixing drains the tub while a sleepy Luhan mildly protests the sudden loss of warmth around him. Yixing pulls him up and rinses the both of them under the shower, he will deal with the bathtub and the rubber duckie in the morning. He wraps the half-asleep Luhan in a white fluffy towel before leading him out of the bath and into their bedroom. He sits the hybrid down on the edge of the bed as he dries the mop of blond hair with another towel. He looks down to see Luhan’s eyes are close so he takes it to himself to take off the towel he wrapped around the hybrid and put on a pair of boxers for him before settling him on the bed. He quickly dries his own hair and wears his own fresh pair of boxers before joining Luhan in bed. He pulls up the cover over both of them just as Luhan unconsciously curls up closer to him. Instead of soft snores he hears the low rumbling sound again that Luhan makes when he is happy and contented. Yixing wraps an arm around Luhan’s torso before planting a kiss on the forehead on the sleeping hybrid. He closes his eyes and lets the faint sound of Luhan’s purrs, his most favorite sound in the world, lull him to sleep.
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