04. summer skin
summer skin; lay/kris; nc17; 2k; au!post-college blues, I guess; warnings: bottom!kris
shameless fluffy PWP
It must be hot and humid Changsha summer that he finds it difficult to fall asleep, blankets too heavy, air suffocating. He checks his phone and it shows 1:43 am which makes him groan in frustration. Rather than tossing around in his bed, Kris gets up quickly and heads to kitchen where at least cold tiles bring him some kind of relief.
He shouldn't be that surprised after all, he himself coming from Guandong is supposed to take the heat well enough. Seems Canadian winters deprived him of this layer of resistance. Or maybe actually added another one.
Here he is, though, back to the south with Yixing and Jongdae, Korean exchange student, renting a flat they could afford which means a flat with no AC but he doesn't mind. At least not that much, he’s not fussy or so he believes. It's only this night, the crescendo, they say it feels like 45 Celsius degrees during the daytime.
He met Yixing on one of those websites, you know, trying to figure out who he actually is. A year later he went for the marbles and after 17 hours of flight, Yixing was awaiting him at Changsha airport, welcoming alpaca toy in his hands. Yixing's hug felt safe and much less lonely and when they went for bubble tea, Kris' muscles eventually loosened up. Yixing smiled back.
It's only that things still aren't coming up roses and during the day there are polite and friendly talks, patting on shoulders and in the evening when they ride the same cab, their thighs would meet and Yixing's dainty hand would sometimes play with Kris' big one. He’s never been greedy but now he wants more, he wants it all as he steals glances whenever Yixing peels off his t-shirt and rushes to hog the shower.
Jongdae rolls his eyes watching their attempts that bring no results but it's easy for him. His boyfriend calls him almost every day and he's just so sure while neither Kris nor Yixing are audacious enough to take it a stage further.
Kris is exhausted, fed up with it. With the temperature, doubts, Yixing wearing revealing wifebeaters and smiling at him so genuinely, the dimple showing in all its glory. He tries to rationalize, that it's for the best, he needs to learn some patience before he starts his job as an English teacher, he needs to learn how to get people.
He's about to head back to his room when he feels a small hand resting on his already sweaty back. He bets it's Jongdae coming to yell at him for making too much noise at fucking 2am but he turns back to meet Yixing's eyeing him curiously. Blame the moonlight or the sleep that still hides in the corners of his eyes but he's never seen them that dark and maybe it's not Yixing he knows but it's Yixing he dreams of at night.
He wants to explain himself but strangely, Mandarin feels foreign on his tongue and he stammers, some weird sounds coming from his mouth when he tries to sound all reasonable and it's stupid. After all he's not doing anything wrong… or is he?
Kris shuts up, though, when Yixing places firmly both of his hands on Kris broad shoulders and rubs them softly. Having given up on uttering a single word, he can't stop staring at Yixing. Hair is a mess and there’s acne on his defined jaw, god damn it, how he wants to kiss that jaw, down his neck and oh the collarbones and ... He must've spent too much time wondering as Yixing rolls his eyes and grabs Kris by the neck crashing their mouths together. He thought Yixing would go slow and soft, shy and tender but instead he feels tongue probing at his lips and he opens his mouth more than glad because finally, finally.
The strength with which Yixing pulls him in, takes Kris aback and even if he didn't see it coming but he's coming to love it. They are mismatched a little, their teeth clench and their noses bump as they can’t really set the right angle. It gets easier from now on as his arms finally seem to move on their own and they find their right place around Yixing's waist.
It's a hot Changsha night, their bodies feel sweaty and sticky, chests rubbing against each other and lips grazing salty skin of their necks.
Finally, Kris gathers some courage and he lets his hand go down Yixing's toned stomach only to slide into his jeans that were unzipped the very moment he entered the kitchen. Maybe he didn’t bother, maybe he meant it, he’s not sure now but there's no boxers underneath so Kris closes his fingers around Yixing’s already hard dick and tugs a few times, earning a nice whimper falling from Yixing’s lips.
As Kris keeps on pumping his cock, Yixing gasps into his skin and the breaths feel warm when he moves on to leaving wet trails on his chest. They lead lower and lower until they reach Kris' cock and stay there, hovering over his bulge. Long fingers tangle in Yixing tousled hair and pull hard once the boy starts mouthing his erection. Seemingly encouraged with Kris’ reaction, he adds some licking to his teasing. Not willing to waste more time, though, he yanks Kris' boxers down and when their gazes meet, Kris feels Yixing take up the reins. He stand up, running his hands up and down Kris' sides and seals their mouths again, much less feverishly this time. It's a soft meeting of lips and Kris lets it go, panting into the kiss as he guides Yixing's hands to his throbbing cock. He hopes his ever scatter-minded Yixing will get what he can't really say aloud but what he craves for right now and for quite some time, actually
Kris doesn't feel really embarrassed, all naked under Yixing's intense gaze. After all they did that Skype thing and he enjoys the flickers of lust that wake up inside Yixing’s eyes whenever he eyes Kris’ body. It's just that he wants to do well, he always wants to and he licks his lips feeling his throat go dry.
Luckily Yixing knows what to do, he grabs his cock and smirks at the size. He tightens his grip and moves his hand that seems a little too small for how big Kris is. None of them seem to mind, though, especially since Yixing latches his mouth to Kris’ nipples and the other hand finds its way to fondle his balls. Kris throws his head back at the sensations and he’s sure a simple hand job has never felt that good. Suddenly, Yixing stops moving his hand and the other one that has been playing with his balls, moves further, index finger massaging his entrance. He looks straight into Kris’ eyes, asking for approval. Kris bites his lips and nods, hoping Yixing would be back to touching him again because he can’t take the tension anymore.
Instead, Yixing grabs his wrist and drags him to his room. They make a lot of noise on their way so it’s bound to piss Jongdae off which makes Yixing laugh under his breath but frankly, he doesn’t really care about their flat mate. Well, right now, that is. Once Kris slumps on the bed he has no idea what to do anymore and he hopes Yixing solve this for him. The other boy, busy with rummaging through his closet must’ve get why Kris keeps so quiet so he tells him to get on his four. The tone is kind yet strict which surprises Kris but that’s how Yixing actually works, he realizes, watching the boy lean yet strong back. His cock twitches in excitement and he follows his lover’s words. He must’ve done something wrong, though as he can hear Yixing chuckle behind him.
- You need to spread your thighs, silly -
Kris feels stupid and embarrassed as Yixing’s hands spread his thigh and guide his hips for him so his ass is up in the air. He hides his face in his forearms and groans in disappointment that he considers himself as. Yixing doesn’t seem to share his opinion as he kisses his hips and rubs his back, before kneading Kris ass in his hands. Yixing stops breathing for a second as Kris inhales sharply at the feeling of cold, lubed finger entering him. He’s getting a little tense so Yixing hushes him and stops moving so Kris can get used to the foreign sensation. There come more fingers and Kris is still really tight but he trusts Yixing and he does his best at relaxing, impatient to finally find out how Yixing will feel inside him. His grunts and moans get louder and more frequent so Yixing eventually makes the move. He lubes his cock generously and enters Kris’ heat. Not wanting to rush things, he grips onto Kris’ hips and waits for him to adjust to Yixing’s cock.
It takes Kris a few minutes which feels like eternity for the boy behind him. The pillow smells like Yixing, a little spicy and soft, traces of lavender body lotion around and maybe some snacks too, as he notices an abandoned wrapping in the corner of his bed. He thinks of Yixing, the boy that’s about to make love to him and he feels his heart grow and oh, his cock twitches with excitement so he moves his hips clumsily
- Yi-yixing, you can … -
Yixing doesn’t need to be told twice. He lets out a sigh of relief and starts moving slowly, sliding his cock inside and outside. Not able to hold himself back for too long he speeds up and bends over, hovering over Kris’ back. He whispers sweet nothings into his ear and he chuckles at low grunts Kris lets out getting more and more used to the stretch. He angles his hips and he pushes in once again, a little harder which makes Kris let out a loud moan and finally, his back isn’t tense anymore but it arches in pleasure.
The room is filled with their moans and the humid air in Yixing’s small room becomes even more stuffed with the heat their bodies give off. Droplets of sweat fall from Yixing’s eyebrows as he presses his forehead against Kris’ shoulder blades. Some random Cantonese words reach his ears and he can’t as he can’t really understand them, his tongue leaves wet traces on his skin as an answer.
Watching Kris all trashing under his body with Yixing’s name falling from his lips, gets Yixing there much more quickly than he expected. The warm feeling in his stomach gets stronger with each thrust and so he reaches down to jerk Kris off as he knows he won’t last long. He thinks it’ll be the quickest to tease his head so Yixing spits into his hand and massages the head, grazing the underside with his fingernail. Kris is so lost in pleasure, he snaps his hips and comes hard without warning. He rides his orgasm, calling nonstop for Yixing who only needs a few more thrusts into Kris’s clenching muscles before he can see white and spills inside Kris. Satisfied, he slumps onto his back, panting heavily. When his breathing is back to its normal pace he pulls out and tells Kris to scoot over so he can lay besides him. Caressing his lover’s… wait should it be boyfriend’s now, Kris freaks out but he finally notices the affection Yixing watches him with and they tangle their legs together, not really bothered about the sweat and the heat.
- What took you so long? -
Yixing whines, playing with Kris’ fingers. He takes a deep breath to keep on talking, Kris tells him to shut up before he leans closer to kiss him senseless. He doesn’t take the criticism well and makes a mental note to make up for it soon, like really soon, maybe in the morning.
In the morning they wake up to find a note on the kitchen table. Yixing smiles at the neat characters.
I liked you better when you were hopeless, fuckers. I’m out to get us some popsicles, please use this time to be disgusting with each other before I’m back.
Jongdae
P.S. I couldn’t sleep either.
oh yeah it sucks, i still need some practice. buuuuuut bottom!kris is cute and we need it.
shameless fluffy PWP
It must be hot and humid Changsha summer that he finds it difficult to fall asleep, blankets too heavy, air suffocating. He checks his phone and it shows 1:43 am which makes him groan in frustration. Rather than tossing around in his bed, Kris gets up quickly and heads to kitchen where at least cold tiles bring him some kind of relief.
He shouldn't be that surprised after all, he himself coming from Guandong is supposed to take the heat well enough. Seems Canadian winters deprived him of this layer of resistance. Or maybe actually added another one.
Here he is, though, back to the south with Yixing and Jongdae, Korean exchange student, renting a flat they could afford which means a flat with no AC but he doesn't mind. At least not that much, he’s not fussy or so he believes. It's only this night, the crescendo, they say it feels like 45 Celsius degrees during the daytime.
He met Yixing on one of those websites, you know, trying to figure out who he actually is. A year later he went for the marbles and after 17 hours of flight, Yixing was awaiting him at Changsha airport, welcoming alpaca toy in his hands. Yixing's hug felt safe and much less lonely and when they went for bubble tea, Kris' muscles eventually loosened up. Yixing smiled back.
It's only that things still aren't coming up roses and during the day there are polite and friendly talks, patting on shoulders and in the evening when they ride the same cab, their thighs would meet and Yixing's dainty hand would sometimes play with Kris' big one. He’s never been greedy but now he wants more, he wants it all as he steals glances whenever Yixing peels off his t-shirt and rushes to hog the shower.
Jongdae rolls his eyes watching their attempts that bring no results but it's easy for him. His boyfriend calls him almost every day and he's just so sure while neither Kris nor Yixing are audacious enough to take it a stage further.
Kris is exhausted, fed up with it. With the temperature, doubts, Yixing wearing revealing wifebeaters and smiling at him so genuinely, the dimple showing in all its glory. He tries to rationalize, that it's for the best, he needs to learn some patience before he starts his job as an English teacher, he needs to learn how to get people.
He's about to head back to his room when he feels a small hand resting on his already sweaty back. He bets it's Jongdae coming to yell at him for making too much noise at fucking 2am but he turns back to meet Yixing's eyeing him curiously. Blame the moonlight or the sleep that still hides in the corners of his eyes but he's never seen them that dark and maybe it's not Yixing he knows but it's Yixing he dreams of at night.
He wants to explain himself but strangely, Mandarin feels foreign on his tongue and he stammers, some weird sounds coming from his mouth when he tries to sound all reasonable and it's stupid. After all he's not doing anything wrong… or is he?
Kris shuts up, though, when Yixing places firmly both of his hands on Kris broad shoulders and rubs them softly. Having given up on uttering a single word, he can't stop staring at Yixing. Hair is a mess and there’s acne on his defined jaw, god damn it, how he wants to kiss that jaw, down his neck and oh the collarbones and ... He must've spent too much time wondering as Yixing rolls his eyes and grabs Kris by the neck crashing their mouths together. He thought Yixing would go slow and soft, shy and tender but instead he feels tongue probing at his lips and he opens his mouth more than glad because finally, finally.
The strength with which Yixing pulls him in, takes Kris aback and even if he didn't see it coming but he's coming to love it. They are mismatched a little, their teeth clench and their noses bump as they can’t really set the right angle. It gets easier from now on as his arms finally seem to move on their own and they find their right place around Yixing's waist.
It's a hot Changsha night, their bodies feel sweaty and sticky, chests rubbing against each other and lips grazing salty skin of their necks.
Finally, Kris gathers some courage and he lets his hand go down Yixing's toned stomach only to slide into his jeans that were unzipped the very moment he entered the kitchen. Maybe he didn’t bother, maybe he meant it, he’s not sure now but there's no boxers underneath so Kris closes his fingers around Yixing’s already hard dick and tugs a few times, earning a nice whimper falling from Yixing’s lips.
As Kris keeps on pumping his cock, Yixing gasps into his skin and the breaths feel warm when he moves on to leaving wet trails on his chest. They lead lower and lower until they reach Kris' cock and stay there, hovering over his bulge. Long fingers tangle in Yixing tousled hair and pull hard once the boy starts mouthing his erection. Seemingly encouraged with Kris’ reaction, he adds some licking to his teasing. Not willing to waste more time, though, he yanks Kris' boxers down and when their gazes meet, Kris feels Yixing take up the reins. He stand up, running his hands up and down Kris' sides and seals their mouths again, much less feverishly this time. It's a soft meeting of lips and Kris lets it go, panting into the kiss as he guides Yixing's hands to his throbbing cock. He hopes his ever scatter-minded Yixing will get what he can't really say aloud but what he craves for right now and for quite some time, actually
Kris doesn't feel really embarrassed, all naked under Yixing's intense gaze. After all they did that Skype thing and he enjoys the flickers of lust that wake up inside Yixing’s eyes whenever he eyes Kris’ body. It's just that he wants to do well, he always wants to and he licks his lips feeling his throat go dry.
Luckily Yixing knows what to do, he grabs his cock and smirks at the size. He tightens his grip and moves his hand that seems a little too small for how big Kris is. None of them seem to mind, though, especially since Yixing latches his mouth to Kris’ nipples and the other hand finds its way to fondle his balls. Kris throws his head back at the sensations and he’s sure a simple hand job has never felt that good. Suddenly, Yixing stops moving his hand and the other one that has been playing with his balls, moves further, index finger massaging his entrance. He looks straight into Kris’ eyes, asking for approval. Kris bites his lips and nods, hoping Yixing would be back to touching him again because he can’t take the tension anymore.
Instead, Yixing grabs his wrist and drags him to his room. They make a lot of noise on their way so it’s bound to piss Jongdae off which makes Yixing laugh under his breath but frankly, he doesn’t really care about their flat mate. Well, right now, that is. Once Kris slumps on the bed he has no idea what to do anymore and he hopes Yixing solve this for him. The other boy, busy with rummaging through his closet must’ve get why Kris keeps so quiet so he tells him to get on his four. The tone is kind yet strict which surprises Kris but that’s how Yixing actually works, he realizes, watching the boy lean yet strong back. His cock twitches in excitement and he follows his lover’s words. He must’ve done something wrong, though as he can hear Yixing chuckle behind him.
- You need to spread your thighs, silly -
Kris feels stupid and embarrassed as Yixing’s hands spread his thigh and guide his hips for him so his ass is up in the air. He hides his face in his forearms and groans in disappointment that he considers himself as. Yixing doesn’t seem to share his opinion as he kisses his hips and rubs his back, before kneading Kris ass in his hands. Yixing stops breathing for a second as Kris inhales sharply at the feeling of cold, lubed finger entering him. He’s getting a little tense so Yixing hushes him and stops moving so Kris can get used to the foreign sensation. There come more fingers and Kris is still really tight but he trusts Yixing and he does his best at relaxing, impatient to finally find out how Yixing will feel inside him. His grunts and moans get louder and more frequent so Yixing eventually makes the move. He lubes his cock generously and enters Kris’ heat. Not wanting to rush things, he grips onto Kris’ hips and waits for him to adjust to Yixing’s cock.
It takes Kris a few minutes which feels like eternity for the boy behind him. The pillow smells like Yixing, a little spicy and soft, traces of lavender body lotion around and maybe some snacks too, as he notices an abandoned wrapping in the corner of his bed. He thinks of Yixing, the boy that’s about to make love to him and he feels his heart grow and oh, his cock twitches with excitement so he moves his hips clumsily
- Yi-yixing, you can … -
Yixing doesn’t need to be told twice. He lets out a sigh of relief and starts moving slowly, sliding his cock inside and outside. Not able to hold himself back for too long he speeds up and bends over, hovering over Kris’ back. He whispers sweet nothings into his ear and he chuckles at low grunts Kris lets out getting more and more used to the stretch. He angles his hips and he pushes in once again, a little harder which makes Kris let out a loud moan and finally, his back isn’t tense anymore but it arches in pleasure.
The room is filled with their moans and the humid air in Yixing’s small room becomes even more stuffed with the heat their bodies give off. Droplets of sweat fall from Yixing’s eyebrows as he presses his forehead against Kris’ shoulder blades. Some random Cantonese words reach his ears and he can’t as he can’t really understand them, his tongue leaves wet traces on his skin as an answer.
Watching Kris all trashing under his body with Yixing’s name falling from his lips, gets Yixing there much more quickly than he expected. The warm feeling in his stomach gets stronger with each thrust and so he reaches down to jerk Kris off as he knows he won’t last long. He thinks it’ll be the quickest to tease his head so Yixing spits into his hand and massages the head, grazing the underside with his fingernail. Kris is so lost in pleasure, he snaps his hips and comes hard without warning. He rides his orgasm, calling nonstop for Yixing who only needs a few more thrusts into Kris’s clenching muscles before he can see white and spills inside Kris. Satisfied, he slumps onto his back, panting heavily. When his breathing is back to its normal pace he pulls out and tells Kris to scoot over so he can lay besides him. Caressing his lover’s… wait should it be boyfriend’s now, Kris freaks out but he finally notices the affection Yixing watches him with and they tangle their legs together, not really bothered about the sweat and the heat.
- What took you so long? -
Yixing whines, playing with Kris’ fingers. He takes a deep breath to keep on talking, Kris tells him to shut up before he leans closer to kiss him senseless. He doesn’t take the criticism well and makes a mental note to make up for it soon, like really soon, maybe in the morning.
In the morning they wake up to find a note on the kitchen table. Yixing smiles at the neat characters.
I liked you better when you were hopeless, fuckers. I’m out to get us some popsicles, please use this time to be disgusting with each other before I’m back.
Jongdae
P.S. I couldn’t sleep either.
oh yeah it sucks, i still need some practice. buuuuuut bottom!kris is cute and we need it.