Breathless
Title: Breathless
Pairing: Kris/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kris kind of can't touch anything without destroying it. Including Lay and Luhan's bedroom door.
A/N: I don't think ANY of my Exo fics have established relationships technically, I just kind of like to whore everyone around with each other, Kris is my bicycle :(
can someone please take illegal substances away from me i'm starting to think i can't write anything proper while sober ;;;
sequel to ' five hole'
I LOVE LAY AND HE WORMS HIS WAY INTO ALL MY FICS OH GODDDD
“Is this what you wanted?”
Wufan has Tao pressed up against the wall in the entryway of their dorm, the younger face-first into the wall as Wufan's hands greedily pull at the clothes on his body. Tao lets out a pant in response and moves his hands to try and help Wufan in taking off his clothes because both of them are about to melt into puddles on the floor, the cab ride back to the dorm having taken too long with Tao's wandering hands and Wufan's smoldering (threatening) looks.
A throat clears somewhere by the kitchen and Wufan is scraping his teeth over Tao's neck, the younger boy's shirt up to his pits. Wufan's eyes lazily rove over to the person who is trying to get their attention and Tao is just fumbling with the buttons of the leader's shirt with only one thing on his mind.
“Can you at least make it to a room,” there's a small smile on Yixing's lips as he tips his coffee mug in salutations to the leader before leaving.
That must mean there's a room open for the taking.
Wufan yanks Tao away from the wall and Tao still isn't deterred, having gotten all of the buttons undone as he pushes the material off of the blond's shoulders as he gets shoved backwards into the nearest bedroom, which actually happens to belong to Yixing and Luhan. Wufan'll take them out to dinner later in thanks.
And it's not like Wufan is planning on using a bed anyway so they can't complain about soiled sheets.
Against the door Tao's back slides a bit before one of his hands grips onto the doorknob for leverage. Wufan has his legs around his waist and is grinding their crotches together, big hands squeezing the muscles on the underside of Tao's legs. They don't talk much, right now. Doesn't matter anyway, as Wufan lowers Tao's legs for one too-long moment, shucking the pants off of the younger's body and tossing them aside. Tao's legs wrap around Wufan's waist like velcro to its partner and Wufan is crushing their bodies together, liking the sound of the air being forced out of Tao's lungs.
Wufan inhales sharply through his teeth and when he exhales there's a slight whistle. He can't be bothered to cover it up as he undoes his pants and jerks his cock, his cock that's been hard for almost forty-five minutes now, the head bumping against Tao's ass in the process. Tao arches his back and his free hand grips onto Wufan's shoulder so hard he knows there's going to be fingerprints there later. Which is totally alright because he loves the quiet power that roars in Tao's veins.
“Want this dry?” Wufan manages to breathe out and they're usually like this, quick and unprepared and just ready to get the high. Hey, at least he even asked this time.
There's no immediate answer; Wufan hadn't been expecting the silence. He tears his eyes from the sight of his cock bumping against Tao's taint and he sees Tao's eyes closed, head against the door, a flush on his cheeks. He wants something, Wufan can tell by the way his breath hitches with unsaid words. Tao usually has problems conveying his needs and wants during such...distracting times.
“What do you want,” Wufan now coos, his voice not quite a purr but not loud enough for a growl. It's a noise caught in between and it makes Tao turn his head to the side so Wufan can bury his face in his neck. It's a probing tone of voice, one that lets Tao know that if he complies he will be greatly rewarded.
“M-...mo... your mouth,” Tao manages to breathe out, his hips bucking uselessly in their elevated position.
“That wasn't so hard to ask for, was it?” Wufan is patronizing as he pulls away from Tao, smirking. He still doesn't want to remove them from the door so he uses his strong shoulders to brace his hands against Tao's thighs, the leader's body sinking down to the floor. Tao lets a leg down a bit, his foot resting on Wufan's bent knee, his other leg being lifted up and out lewdly as Wufan breathes hot air over Tao's balls.
Being like this isn't submissive at all for Wufan. He has no problem getting on his knees occasionally. His tongue darts out and he licks around the base of Tao's cock, the younger's fingers tangling in blond locks and urging him forward. Wufan complies but he's not going to linger down here, not when he's been hard and aching for so long he feels a migraine coming on. Instead of sliding his mouth upwards he moves it downwards, canting Tao's hips a bit so his mouth can run along that sweet taint.
The noise Tao lets out is one of the many Wufan has come to appreciate. This is what Tao wants, anyway; Tao would much rather have Wufan eating him out than sucking his dick. Especially because Wufan didn't always have the patience to properly prepare him for their rough rounds - this is pretty much the only break Tao is allowed before Wufan destroys him.
Tao's leg hooks over Wufan's shoulder and his other foot is digging into the leader's thigh but it all goes unnoticed when Tao's taste floods Wufan's taste buds. Wufan inhales the musky scent and pushes his tongue past the first ring of muscle, Tao's body clenching up and trying to suck the tongue further inside. Tao's needines is emphasized when he bucks his hips down a bit and Wufan's neck cranes to accommodate, tongue pushing in further and swirling, some spit dribbling down the leader's chin and onto the floor.
“Yi... Yi...”
Wufan loves that Tao can never properly say his name when he's like this.
Abruptly, Wufan stands up and presses himself so close to Tao he once again hears all the breath escaping from the younger's lungs in a soft 'woosh'. The head of his cock at this angle is slotted between Tao's ass cheeks and he grinds his hips, the head catching on Tao's entrance teasingly before pulling away.
Tao isn't really a beggar, but sometimes it's fun to play and bring him closer and closer to the brink of insanity. Wufan loves the way his eyes don't exactly close, the irises shining with wetness, lashes catching the welling tears of pleasure. He loves the way Tao's lips part, sharp teeth barely visible behind the flesh. He loves the line of Tao's jaw when he arches his body, he loves the sweep of inky black hair over those narrowed eyes - he just loves fucking Tao.
Without warning Wufan slams his cock deep into the younger boy. The door jolts under the pressure and Tao's hand slips on the doorknob, and if the door opened the opposite way they probably would have ended up on their faces in the hall. But architecture is on their side as Wufan starts up a brutal pace, skin slapping on skin and both of Tao's legs wrapping around Wufan's hips, drawing him closer and deeper. Architecture is especially on their side when Wufan moves a hand and slams it against the surface next to Tao's head, helping brace himself and Tao as they rocked against each other.
His hand moves from the door to Tao's neck, fingers wrapping around the column in a familiar manner, déjà vu flashing in Wufan's mind. It's like this every time he grips Tao's perfect neck - this neck that seems to cave so easily under Wufan's big hands, this neck that's pale ivory glory until Wufan removes his hands and the red lines leave raised welts on his skin. It never gets old. His hips slow their pace as he slowly starts to apply pressure to Tao's throat, feeling the esophagus and the wind pipe shifting underneath his fingers. Tao knows how to regulate his breathing, he knows how to keep himself from passing out but he also knows how to let himself teeter on the brink of oblivion, as well.
Wufan's torso is a good foot away from Tao's, his hips and hand the only thing connecting him to the younger's body. He likes looking Tao up and down when he's still half-clothed, Wufan's stiff cock ripping him in two, Wufan's fingers controlling his state of consciousness. It's a power trip, yeah, Wufan won't hide it. Tao's holding one of his legs up and out of the way, putting porn stars to shame to be honest with how he uses that underlying strength and grace to keep himself open (as well as up and balanced on the door). It's one of Wufan's favorite things, Tao's ability to adapt and bend to the leader's will in any situation. There are no physical limits between them because, in truth, Tao is limitless.
It turns into a slow grind as Wufan finally presses his body to Tao's, his fingers tightening around Tao's neck. He knows he doesn't even need to touch the other boy's cock, he can see the release coiling in Tao's body in the way his chest seems to collapse before inflating again, he can see it in the way a small vein protrudes by Tao's temple from the lack of oxygen to his brain. He knows this session isn't going to last as long as either of them want it to but it doesn't matter because they're both so tightly wound and ready for release that it's almost just the end result they're looking at, instead of the act itself.
It's this thought that urges Wufan to pull his cock out nearly completely before slamming back in, repeating the deep and powerful strokes. Tao can't make any noise with his voice box being crushed so he just chokes on his breath, eyes finally closing as he rests his head back against the door and starts fucking his hips down onto Wufan's cock. Wufan's fingers are squeezing so tight he's even doubting how much Tao can take, and just when he's about to pull his hand away out of mild concern Tao reaches up and grabs onto his wrist tightly, holding his hand in place.
Don't stop.
Well, if that's how Tao wants to play it. Wufan didn't increase the pressure of his squeezing fingers, but he didn't let up either as he reaches down with his other hand to cup at Tao's ass as he fucks into him. He gives the cheek a good squeeze before flicking his wrist and sending a stinging slap across the flesh, Tao's body convulsing violently with the rippling pleasure that's no doubt running through his veins. He loves getting Tao off in any way he can. The reactions are priceless.
It's very sudden and on accident when Wufan's fingers squeeze just a bit too tight around Tao's neck. It happens when Tao wraps his leg around Wufan's waist and pulls him closer with the heel of his foot, the younger's fingers tangling in Wufan's hair almost painfully, pulling at the roots and yanking on the blond hair. The sensation makes Wufan's hips stutter out of rhythm and he nearly crushes Tao's windpipe and then the younger is coming in hot, heavy ropes, unable to make any noise with Wufan blocking the very air he's breathing. Wufan comes, aided by the strangled sounds that pass through Tao's lips and then Tao's body is limp, dead weight between the leader and the door.
Startled, Wufan wraps his arms around Tao's body and pulls him away from the door, slowly kneeling to the floor. Tao is knocked out cold, his features flushed from the sudden rush of blood to his brain, fingers and toes twitching in the after glow of orgasm. Chuckling, Wufan fixes his pants and then gathers him up in his arms and sidles out of the room, taking care to put Tao gently in his own bed. He tucks the covers around the sleeping boy and gently runs his fingertips over the flushed forehead, pushing bangs aside, before he exits the bedroom and runs a hand through his disheveled hair.
“So,” Yixing pipes up from where he's sitting at the kitchen table, a fresh mug of steaming coffee in his hands. “Do I still have a door?”
Wufan's upper lip curls a bit in amusement. “I don't know. Want to check?”
Yixing taps an elegant finger over his mug, his sly, glimmering eyes lifting up to Wufan's suggestive gaze. “Ah... maybe next time.”
Wufan makes a mental note to obliterate Yixing's bedroom door after he makes a sandwich.
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Pairing: Kris/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kris kind of can't touch anything without destroying it. Including Lay and Luhan's bedroom door.
A/N: I don't think ANY of my Exo fics have established relationships technically, I just kind of like to whore everyone around with each other, Kris is my bicycle :(
can someone please take illegal substances away from me i'm starting to think i can't write anything proper while sober ;;;
sequel to ' five hole'
I LOVE LAY AND HE WORMS HIS WAY INTO ALL MY FICS OH GODDDD
“Is this what you wanted?”
Wufan has Tao pressed up against the wall in the entryway of their dorm, the younger face-first into the wall as Wufan's hands greedily pull at the clothes on his body. Tao lets out a pant in response and moves his hands to try and help Wufan in taking off his clothes because both of them are about to melt into puddles on the floor, the cab ride back to the dorm having taken too long with Tao's wandering hands and Wufan's smoldering (threatening) looks.
A throat clears somewhere by the kitchen and Wufan is scraping his teeth over Tao's neck, the younger boy's shirt up to his pits. Wufan's eyes lazily rove over to the person who is trying to get their attention and Tao is just fumbling with the buttons of the leader's shirt with only one thing on his mind.
“Can you at least make it to a room,” there's a small smile on Yixing's lips as he tips his coffee mug in salutations to the leader before leaving.
That must mean there's a room open for the taking.
Wufan yanks Tao away from the wall and Tao still isn't deterred, having gotten all of the buttons undone as he pushes the material off of the blond's shoulders as he gets shoved backwards into the nearest bedroom, which actually happens to belong to Yixing and Luhan. Wufan'll take them out to dinner later in thanks.
And it's not like Wufan is planning on using a bed anyway so they can't complain about soiled sheets.
Against the door Tao's back slides a bit before one of his hands grips onto the doorknob for leverage. Wufan has his legs around his waist and is grinding their crotches together, big hands squeezing the muscles on the underside of Tao's legs. They don't talk much, right now. Doesn't matter anyway, as Wufan lowers Tao's legs for one too-long moment, shucking the pants off of the younger's body and tossing them aside. Tao's legs wrap around Wufan's waist like velcro to its partner and Wufan is crushing their bodies together, liking the sound of the air being forced out of Tao's lungs.
Wufan inhales sharply through his teeth and when he exhales there's a slight whistle. He can't be bothered to cover it up as he undoes his pants and jerks his cock, his cock that's been hard for almost forty-five minutes now, the head bumping against Tao's ass in the process. Tao arches his back and his free hand grips onto Wufan's shoulder so hard he knows there's going to be fingerprints there later. Which is totally alright because he loves the quiet power that roars in Tao's veins.
“Want this dry?” Wufan manages to breathe out and they're usually like this, quick and unprepared and just ready to get the high. Hey, at least he even asked this time.
There's no immediate answer; Wufan hadn't been expecting the silence. He tears his eyes from the sight of his cock bumping against Tao's taint and he sees Tao's eyes closed, head against the door, a flush on his cheeks. He wants something, Wufan can tell by the way his breath hitches with unsaid words. Tao usually has problems conveying his needs and wants during such...distracting times.
“What do you want,” Wufan now coos, his voice not quite a purr but not loud enough for a growl. It's a noise caught in between and it makes Tao turn his head to the side so Wufan can bury his face in his neck. It's a probing tone of voice, one that lets Tao know that if he complies he will be greatly rewarded.
“M-...mo... your mouth,” Tao manages to breathe out, his hips bucking uselessly in their elevated position.
“That wasn't so hard to ask for, was it?” Wufan is patronizing as he pulls away from Tao, smirking. He still doesn't want to remove them from the door so he uses his strong shoulders to brace his hands against Tao's thighs, the leader's body sinking down to the floor. Tao lets a leg down a bit, his foot resting on Wufan's bent knee, his other leg being lifted up and out lewdly as Wufan breathes hot air over Tao's balls.
Being like this isn't submissive at all for Wufan. He has no problem getting on his knees occasionally. His tongue darts out and he licks around the base of Tao's cock, the younger's fingers tangling in blond locks and urging him forward. Wufan complies but he's not going to linger down here, not when he's been hard and aching for so long he feels a migraine coming on. Instead of sliding his mouth upwards he moves it downwards, canting Tao's hips a bit so his mouth can run along that sweet taint.
The noise Tao lets out is one of the many Wufan has come to appreciate. This is what Tao wants, anyway; Tao would much rather have Wufan eating him out than sucking his dick. Especially because Wufan didn't always have the patience to properly prepare him for their rough rounds - this is pretty much the only break Tao is allowed before Wufan destroys him.
Tao's leg hooks over Wufan's shoulder and his other foot is digging into the leader's thigh but it all goes unnoticed when Tao's taste floods Wufan's taste buds. Wufan inhales the musky scent and pushes his tongue past the first ring of muscle, Tao's body clenching up and trying to suck the tongue further inside. Tao's needines is emphasized when he bucks his hips down a bit and Wufan's neck cranes to accommodate, tongue pushing in further and swirling, some spit dribbling down the leader's chin and onto the floor.
“Yi... Yi...”
Wufan loves that Tao can never properly say his name when he's like this.
Abruptly, Wufan stands up and presses himself so close to Tao he once again hears all the breath escaping from the younger's lungs in a soft 'woosh'. The head of his cock at this angle is slotted between Tao's ass cheeks and he grinds his hips, the head catching on Tao's entrance teasingly before pulling away.
Tao isn't really a beggar, but sometimes it's fun to play and bring him closer and closer to the brink of insanity. Wufan loves the way his eyes don't exactly close, the irises shining with wetness, lashes catching the welling tears of pleasure. He loves the way Tao's lips part, sharp teeth barely visible behind the flesh. He loves the line of Tao's jaw when he arches his body, he loves the sweep of inky black hair over those narrowed eyes - he just loves fucking Tao.
Without warning Wufan slams his cock deep into the younger boy. The door jolts under the pressure and Tao's hand slips on the doorknob, and if the door opened the opposite way they probably would have ended up on their faces in the hall. But architecture is on their side as Wufan starts up a brutal pace, skin slapping on skin and both of Tao's legs wrapping around Wufan's hips, drawing him closer and deeper. Architecture is especially on their side when Wufan moves a hand and slams it against the surface next to Tao's head, helping brace himself and Tao as they rocked against each other.
His hand moves from the door to Tao's neck, fingers wrapping around the column in a familiar manner, déjà vu flashing in Wufan's mind. It's like this every time he grips Tao's perfect neck - this neck that seems to cave so easily under Wufan's big hands, this neck that's pale ivory glory until Wufan removes his hands and the red lines leave raised welts on his skin. It never gets old. His hips slow their pace as he slowly starts to apply pressure to Tao's throat, feeling the esophagus and the wind pipe shifting underneath his fingers. Tao knows how to regulate his breathing, he knows how to keep himself from passing out but he also knows how to let himself teeter on the brink of oblivion, as well.
Wufan's torso is a good foot away from Tao's, his hips and hand the only thing connecting him to the younger's body. He likes looking Tao up and down when he's still half-clothed, Wufan's stiff cock ripping him in two, Wufan's fingers controlling his state of consciousness. It's a power trip, yeah, Wufan won't hide it. Tao's holding one of his legs up and out of the way, putting porn stars to shame to be honest with how he uses that underlying strength and grace to keep himself open (as well as up and balanced on the door). It's one of Wufan's favorite things, Tao's ability to adapt and bend to the leader's will in any situation. There are no physical limits between them because, in truth, Tao is limitless.
It turns into a slow grind as Wufan finally presses his body to Tao's, his fingers tightening around Tao's neck. He knows he doesn't even need to touch the other boy's cock, he can see the release coiling in Tao's body in the way his chest seems to collapse before inflating again, he can see it in the way a small vein protrudes by Tao's temple from the lack of oxygen to his brain. He knows this session isn't going to last as long as either of them want it to but it doesn't matter because they're both so tightly wound and ready for release that it's almost just the end result they're looking at, instead of the act itself.
It's this thought that urges Wufan to pull his cock out nearly completely before slamming back in, repeating the deep and powerful strokes. Tao can't make any noise with his voice box being crushed so he just chokes on his breath, eyes finally closing as he rests his head back against the door and starts fucking his hips down onto Wufan's cock. Wufan's fingers are squeezing so tight he's even doubting how much Tao can take, and just when he's about to pull his hand away out of mild concern Tao reaches up and grabs onto his wrist tightly, holding his hand in place.
Don't stop.
Well, if that's how Tao wants to play it. Wufan didn't increase the pressure of his squeezing fingers, but he didn't let up either as he reaches down with his other hand to cup at Tao's ass as he fucks into him. He gives the cheek a good squeeze before flicking his wrist and sending a stinging slap across the flesh, Tao's body convulsing violently with the rippling pleasure that's no doubt running through his veins. He loves getting Tao off in any way he can. The reactions are priceless.
It's very sudden and on accident when Wufan's fingers squeeze just a bit too tight around Tao's neck. It happens when Tao wraps his leg around Wufan's waist and pulls him closer with the heel of his foot, the younger's fingers tangling in Wufan's hair almost painfully, pulling at the roots and yanking on the blond hair. The sensation makes Wufan's hips stutter out of rhythm and he nearly crushes Tao's windpipe and then the younger is coming in hot, heavy ropes, unable to make any noise with Wufan blocking the very air he's breathing. Wufan comes, aided by the strangled sounds that pass through Tao's lips and then Tao's body is limp, dead weight between the leader and the door.
Startled, Wufan wraps his arms around Tao's body and pulls him away from the door, slowly kneeling to the floor. Tao is knocked out cold, his features flushed from the sudden rush of blood to his brain, fingers and toes twitching in the after glow of orgasm. Chuckling, Wufan fixes his pants and then gathers him up in his arms and sidles out of the room, taking care to put Tao gently in his own bed. He tucks the covers around the sleeping boy and gently runs his fingertips over the flushed forehead, pushing bangs aside, before he exits the bedroom and runs a hand through his disheveled hair.
“So,” Yixing pipes up from where he's sitting at the kitchen table, a fresh mug of steaming coffee in his hands. “Do I still have a door?”
Wufan's upper lip curls a bit in amusement. “I don't know. Want to check?”
Yixing taps an elegant finger over his mug, his sly, glimmering eyes lifting up to Wufan's suggestive gaze. “Ah... maybe next time.”
Wufan makes a mental note to obliterate Yixing's bedroom door after he makes a sandwich.
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