Retrograde // EXO
My first EXO fic would be angsty porn. ~_~b
Retrograde
Kris/Lay
R, 750 words
It takes Yixing only a moment to get Wu Fan's pants down, as soon as they find a spare room to slip into backstage. He's achingly familiar with the contours of Wu Fan's hips, knows just where to slip his fingers into the tight circle of Wu Fan's form-fitting pants so he can ease them down without struggle. He knows, too, all the right places to touch and stroke so that Wu Fan is hard and panting in no time. He sucks Wu Fan off efficiently, one hand gripping the base of Wu Fan's cock where his lips can't quite reach, stroking Wu Fan with deft twists of his wrist in tandem with his bobbing head, bringing Wu Fan quickly to the edge.
Yixing could make it last, too, if he wanted. He knows every inch of Wu Fan's big, long body and every single one of Wu Fan's preferences (like how he gets horny off a good performance). That's what four years of training together, of sticking by each others' side, amounts to. But in a minute, their coordinators will be done taking apart the others' outfits and will start to wonder where the two of them have gone, so they have to be quick. Yixing grips just a little tighter with his fingers, hollows his cheeks out just a little more, and does that little thing with his tongue that makes Wu Fan's breath stutter every time.
When Wu Fan comes, he opens his mouth and closes his eyes, hands scrabbling at the wall he's standing against for purchase. Yixing has been looking up through his bangs at Wu Fan the entire time but now he lowers his lashes and looks away. He can feel Wu Fan's cock pulsing as he spills into his mouth, the taste of Wu Fan's come is bitter and pungent on his tongue, and it makes Yixing feel sordid and ashamed. But it was his own choice to pull Wu Fan with him into this room and it was his own fingers that willingly undid the buckle on Wu Fan's belt, so he has no grounds for complaint.
It's just that Yixing wishes Wu Fan would look at him when he comes. It's just that Yixing wishes Wu Fan would still call out his name like he used to.
Yixing leaves the room first, leaving Wu Fan to zip himself up, so that he doesn't have to see the inevitable disappointment when Wu Fan opens his eyes and sees Yixing, only Yixing.
~
Wu Fan wonders, every time, how four years of being together everywhere has managed to get reduced to four minutes in a spare prop room with the lights off. He wonders if that's how all relationships end up - you know each other so well that you just go straight to the most vital points and don't bother with the pleasurable buildup, the foreplay, the fluff. With every twist of Yixing's wrist that makes his cock twitch with arousal, he feels his heart twist, too.
But he lets Yixing go down on him every time, because without these four minutes, he's afraid they'd have nothing.
Yixing times it perfectly, so that Wu Fan always climaxes with just enough time to quiet his breathing and tuck himself back into his pants before someone comes looking for them. Sometimes Wu Fan tries to hurry things, to come quickly enough to return the favor; other times Wu Fan tries to hold out so that there's a reason to make a promise for later, but Yixing doesn't spend his nights with Wu Fan anymore. And anyway, his efforts are futile because his body responds to Yixing's touch too well.
That little trick Yixing does with his tongue does Wu Fan in every time, and when he comes, he has to grab at the wall behind him in order to keep himself from sinking his fingers into Yixing's hair and mussing it up. He'd made the mistake of doing that once, and Yixing had looked so wretched under manager hyung's disapproving gaze (and Lu Han's knowing smile) that Wu Fan doesn't ever do it again.
Instead, Wu Fan closes his eyes so that he can see Yixing's face as it used to be, with soft unkempt hair falling into his smiling eyes. And silently, so Yixing doesn't have to feel guilty for walking away afterwards, Wu Fan wishes Yixing would stay with him for just a little while longer.
Retrograde
Kris/Lay
R, 750 words
It takes Yixing only a moment to get Wu Fan's pants down, as soon as they find a spare room to slip into backstage. He's achingly familiar with the contours of Wu Fan's hips, knows just where to slip his fingers into the tight circle of Wu Fan's form-fitting pants so he can ease them down without struggle. He knows, too, all the right places to touch and stroke so that Wu Fan is hard and panting in no time. He sucks Wu Fan off efficiently, one hand gripping the base of Wu Fan's cock where his lips can't quite reach, stroking Wu Fan with deft twists of his wrist in tandem with his bobbing head, bringing Wu Fan quickly to the edge.
Yixing could make it last, too, if he wanted. He knows every inch of Wu Fan's big, long body and every single one of Wu Fan's preferences (like how he gets horny off a good performance). That's what four years of training together, of sticking by each others' side, amounts to. But in a minute, their coordinators will be done taking apart the others' outfits and will start to wonder where the two of them have gone, so they have to be quick. Yixing grips just a little tighter with his fingers, hollows his cheeks out just a little more, and does that little thing with his tongue that makes Wu Fan's breath stutter every time.
When Wu Fan comes, he opens his mouth and closes his eyes, hands scrabbling at the wall he's standing against for purchase. Yixing has been looking up through his bangs at Wu Fan the entire time but now he lowers his lashes and looks away. He can feel Wu Fan's cock pulsing as he spills into his mouth, the taste of Wu Fan's come is bitter and pungent on his tongue, and it makes Yixing feel sordid and ashamed. But it was his own choice to pull Wu Fan with him into this room and it was his own fingers that willingly undid the buckle on Wu Fan's belt, so he has no grounds for complaint.
It's just that Yixing wishes Wu Fan would look at him when he comes. It's just that Yixing wishes Wu Fan would still call out his name like he used to.
Yixing leaves the room first, leaving Wu Fan to zip himself up, so that he doesn't have to see the inevitable disappointment when Wu Fan opens his eyes and sees Yixing, only Yixing.
~
Wu Fan wonders, every time, how four years of being together everywhere has managed to get reduced to four minutes in a spare prop room with the lights off. He wonders if that's how all relationships end up - you know each other so well that you just go straight to the most vital points and don't bother with the pleasurable buildup, the foreplay, the fluff. With every twist of Yixing's wrist that makes his cock twitch with arousal, he feels his heart twist, too.
But he lets Yixing go down on him every time, because without these four minutes, he's afraid they'd have nothing.
Yixing times it perfectly, so that Wu Fan always climaxes with just enough time to quiet his breathing and tuck himself back into his pants before someone comes looking for them. Sometimes Wu Fan tries to hurry things, to come quickly enough to return the favor; other times Wu Fan tries to hold out so that there's a reason to make a promise for later, but Yixing doesn't spend his nights with Wu Fan anymore. And anyway, his efforts are futile because his body responds to Yixing's touch too well.
That little trick Yixing does with his tongue does Wu Fan in every time, and when he comes, he has to grab at the wall behind him in order to keep himself from sinking his fingers into Yixing's hair and mussing it up. He'd made the mistake of doing that once, and Yixing had looked so wretched under manager hyung's disapproving gaze (and Lu Han's knowing smile) that Wu Fan doesn't ever do it again.
Instead, Wu Fan closes his eyes so that he can see Yixing's face as it used to be, with soft unkempt hair falling into his smiling eyes. And silently, so Yixing doesn't have to feel guilty for walking away afterwards, Wu Fan wishes Yixing would stay with him for just a little while longer.