It Takes Two to Tango Collection
Notes: A Chicago!au. Based off the murderess of Cell Block Tango
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Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Pop
Paring: Baekyeol
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 683
Baekhyun stared blankly at the wall as the bullet train zipped by. It’s like the gods were conspiring against him. Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong.
Waking up after noticing that the bed was empty on the other side, Baekhyun just couldn’t get himself to care. The power had died last night and his alarm clock had unfortunately been reset during the power outage, so he didn’t woken up on time. He rushed to work after grabbing a bagel for work only to realize after he had gotten off his stop that today was coffee duty day. Which, inevitably, caused him to stumble into the office a whooping 40 minutes late with the orders only to have Kyungsoo pop up and pipe that he had extra time that day and that he had already gotten coffee for everyone. At this point, Baekhyun had wanted to drown himself in the scalding coffee.
Frankly, the rest of the day hadn’t gotten any better for him. His boss, Changmin, called him into the office to tell him about declining sales and what he needed to do to pick up the slack (read: improve sales or kiss his job goodbye), followed by the printer jamming twice on him which only had the intern, Sehun timidly walk by and ask if everything was ok. He snapped back no, which had guilt squeezing around his heart as he watched the lanky boy slink away.
Thing after thing just seemed to pile up on Baekhyun’s bad luck tally and by the time he had left the office at the late hour of 8, no one was left in the office but him and the janitor. Waving a weary goodbye to the man who ignored him, the accountant had boarded onto his train (which thankfully wasn’t the last train of the day. He was counting the little lucky things that day. They were scarce) and was looking forward to slamming face first into his plush sheets.
Unlocking the door to his apartment, the rank smell of alcohol smacked Baekhyun in the face. Wrinkling his nose delicately, the man had a dreadful feeling of who it was.
Baekhyun was mindful to close the door quietly behind him, able to hear the noise of TV filter all the way to the front door. The entire day just crashed down on his shoulders at this exact moment and he was hit by how bone weary he was.
He just wanted a quiet evening. Was that so hard to ask for?
Apparently so.
“Baekhyun?” came the drunken slur from the living room.
Settling his things down by the door, Baehyun slowly crept forward. “Yes?”
Coming to the living room, the sight of his boyfriend, Chanyeol, greeted him. His loose tank was more grimy than white, his hair looking like a rat’s nest, legs sprawled lazily across Baekhyun’s white couch filled the accountant with so much rage he clenched his fist.
“Babe, could you grab me another beer?” Chanyeol waved his half empty bottle at the trembling man, hiccuping.
“Not.today.” Baekhyun growled out, fists balled by his sides. He slowly turned away from the sight repeating ‘calm calm calm’ to himself like a mantra.
Pop.
Baekhyun froze.
Oh no. Oh no no no no.
Not today.
“What the fuck, babe.”
Baekhyun could feel his head throb, anger making his vision go red.
“Not today, Park Chanyeol. You pop that gum one more time,” he warned, refusing to turn around.
“Babe.”
He shucked off his shoes.
“Baekhyun.”
He pulled off his tie.
“Goddammit, you shithead, I’m talking to you!”
He put up his briefcase.
“Baekhyun!” Chanyeol shouted from the couch, face a livid red, but too drunk to even try to stand up.
Baekhyun ignored him.
Then, came the infuriating pop.
“I know you can fucking hear me. Don’t ignore m-”
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up, Chanyeol.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Baekhyun! No need to point a gun at me!” A sick sort of satisfaction slithered into his veins at the sound of alarm in Chanyeol’s voice and it steadied his right arm outstretched towards the drunk.
“You know how much I fucking hate it when you smack that gum,” Baekhyun reminded.
Chanyeol didn’t answer, eyes so wide he could see his own reflection in them. Almost in a trance, Chanyeol’s jaw snapped up.
Pop.
The sounds of the gunshots were deafening inside the small apartment and crimson stains beautifully across the white couch.
“He had it coming.”
Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Six
Paring: Kaisoo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 853
Kyungsoo’s hands shook as he stared at the marriage certificate in his hand. No; wedding certificates. Six, in fact.
The names stared up at him. Taemin. Taeyeon. Sehun. Juniel. Hyunsik. Krystal. They were curled prettily next to Kim Jongin.
Single, my ass.
The copies of the certificates crinkled in his fist as he stood outside of the detective’s office, mind whirring at a thousand miles an hour.
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Small beeps as his boyfriend keyed in the code told Kyungsoo that Jongin was finally home. At the sound of the door opening, Kyungsoo called to the front door, “Jongin? Welcome home, babe.”
Jongin kicked off his shoes and dropped his things at the door before strolling into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo’s middle and hummed into the cooking man’s waist, “Mmm, I’m home.”
Kyungsoo giggled lightly when Jongin pressed a feather light kiss on his nape. “Babe, please. I’m trying to cook here.”
Jongin hummed, burying his nose into the nape of his tiny boyfriend. “Smells delectable. I can’t wait for dinner.”
Stirring the soup before pushing Jongin away with the end of the ladle, Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. He opened the shelf, grabbing a wine glass and nudged his tired boyfriend towards the living room. “Go sit down, I’ll fix you a quick drink. You look tired.”
Eyeing Kyungsoo appreciatively, Jongin licked his lips, “Wow, I must have saved a country to land a boyfriend like you. How did I get so lucky?”
Kyungsoo repressed the urge to roll his eyes again, opting to just gently jostle the taller man into the den.
“You betcha you’re damn lucky. Too bad you couldn’t be happy with just one,” Kyungsoo sneered into the wine glass as the fragrant smell wafted up from the glass. Deep purple stained Kyungsoo’s hand as he rolled the bottle to stop the flow into the glass. Staring down at the liquid, irritation swirled in his stomach in synchronization with the wine spinning in the glass.
Now, gratification rolled in sync with the wine as the special ingredient dissolved into the red wine color.
“Here, babe,” Kyungsoo purred, placing the glass into Jongin’s hand. He leaned down to peck Jongin’s lips, lips falling open easily at his lover’s nudge. The wine was quickly forgotten and placed down on the nearby table as Jongin cupped Kyungsoo’s face in his hands and paid full attention to ravishing his boyfriend.
With a groan, Jongin pulled away to suck in a breath. At the sight of Kyungsoo’s glossy and swollen lips, the man moaned out, “Fuck, Kyungsoo, you look so delectable.”
“Your drink,” Kyungsoo smirked, gesturing to the cup.
Keeping his eyes on his boyfriend, Jongin brought the glass to his lips and drank deeply before grabbing Kyungsoo’s chin, pressing his lips insistently to the eager man. Purple tinted Kyungsoo’s lips and the bitter tang of the wine flooded into his mouth.
The tanned man leaned forward to steal another kiss before Kyungsoo slipped away with small tsks. “Uh, uh, uh. I need to finish preparing dinner. Go on; finish your drink.”
Jongin chuckled and murmured ‘tease’ under his breath but obeyed his lover, turning his attention back to the open book on his lap and periodically sipping at his drink.
Kyungsoo returned to the kitchen, humming under his breath only to have the peaceful silence shatter later. The man paused in his tasting to saunter back to the den gently asking, “Jongin?”
“Fuck, call 119, Kyungsoo,” Jongin groaned, doubled over and clutching his stomach. The carpet was dyed by the spilt wine and Kyungsoo chuckled.
“Kyungsoo?” Jongin asked, flinching at the wave of pain from his head. “Babe, I think something’s wrong.”
“Oh, Jongin.”
“Soo? Soo! Please! Call an ambulance!”
He leaned against the doorframe, a lazy smirk curling up the corners of his mouth. “I can’t,” he simply said.
“What the fuck are y-” Jongin cut himself off as it hurt too much to continue. He gasped, pain twisting his guts. He looked up from his chair only to see his lover raise a brow at him. Jongin could only watch as his boyfriend pulled out both their phones and took out the sim cards. Jongin’s eyes bugged out as Kyungsoo bent both cards with the same ease as snapping his fingers.
“Kyungsoo!” he gasped.
“Mmm,” Kyungsoo hummed, watching the spectacle in front of him, “Why won’t you call Taemin’s name? Oh, or Taeyeon. Or Krystal, Hyunsik, Sehun, or even Juniel, babe?”
Vision flickering, he gaped, mind reeling at the pain. Recognition shot through his brain as he struggled against his organs shutting down. “H-how do you know those names?”
“Oh? So you do know who they are,” Kyungsoo snarled out, an angry light flashing in his eyes.
“Forget about that! Just call 119!” Jongin screamed at Kyungsoo, his face turning an ugly purple, gasping for breath.
Just tsking at the scene, Kyungsoo shook his head, watching as the light faded out of Jongin’s eyes. His ex-lover gave a small gasp before collapsing on the floor.
Looking on with a detached disdain, Kyungsoo shook his head slowly.
“He had it coming.”
Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Squish
Paring: Taoris
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 378
“Tao!” Yifan’s angry scream came from the front door as he slammed the door behind him.
Tao paused, knife suspended above the chicken laying in front of him. It was his and Yifan’s anniversary and he had decided to do something special today, like cook his boyfriend dinner.
“Yes?” he tentatively called out. Yifan was home early.
“You little fucker!” Yifan accused, appearing at the door of the kitchen, face livid, fists clutching the opening, and chest heaving up and down.
Frowning, Tao turned around, confused. “What the-”
“You’ve been fucking your secretary, you slut!” the man interrupted, eyes wild.
Shock zipped through Tao as he frowned back at his boyfriend. “I have no idea-”
“You’ve been fucking Yixing!” he spat out, stalking closer. His hands flew into the air and his fist came down on Tao’s face.
The knife made a loud clattering noise as it fell onto the kitchen floor along with the loud thud of Tao hitting the cabinets.
Yifan towered above him and continued raging on and on, “You whore. I bet you spread your legs everyday for him in your office, don’t you!”
In a fury, Tao straightened up and shouted right back at the insane man, “What the actual fuck are you talking about! Yixing’s with Luhan and Luhan’s your goddam best friend.”
Looking at him, Tao watched as his boyfriend deflated in front of him. “Y-You’re right. Luhan is my best friend,” Yifan said, a wild look creeping into his eyes as he stared at the floor.
When Yifan’s head snapped back up, he hissed out, “You’re fucking both of them.”
Red flashed and blinded Tao as he bent down to pick up the knife from the floor and when he snapped back up his arm shot out. Again and again and again.
Blinking away the dots that swam in front of him, Tao brought his left hand to wipe away the sweat beading at his forehead from the heat the flooded the kitchen.
“He ran into my knife,” the man murmured as he wiped away the bright red that dirtied the knife on a towelette gazing down at the man sprawled out across the kitchen floor. "He ran into my knife ten times."
Shaking his head at the sight, Tao sighed out, “He had it coming.”
Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Uh-Uh
Paring: Suchen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 636
Notes: Footnotes at bottom
Gazing helplessly around the stark room, Junmyeon felt lost as garbled words were thrown at him.
“Nǐ shāle zhège rén*?” the man sitting across from the desk demanded. He could only blink away tears that threatened to drip down and shake his head.
“Nǐ shāle zhège rén?” the man repeated, more firmly, jabbing his finger down on a photo.
“No, no, no!” Junmyeon garbled, staring helplessly down at the photo.
The pale face of his husband looked back up from him, the head detached from the rest of his body. The very sight had his lunch lurching up from his stomach.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he babbled, eyes wide at the picture.
The man in front of him sighed and said to the window behind Junmyeon, “Wǒ bù rènwéi tā néng lǐjiě.**” As though getting a sign from the people standing behind the glass, the police officer stood up and grabbed his upper arm.
“Ràng wǒmen qù,***” he simply said, while hauling Junmyeon away. Bewildered, he stumbled after the man, the cuffs around his wrists clanking behind him. As he lead Junmyeon further into what he could only describe as a prison, the inmates sneered at him from behind their bars.
The guard, waved his baton at the sneering men, shouting in angry Chinese. He continued to lead Junmyeon further down into the cells, the lights in the corridors fading until Junmyeon could only see cracked, yellowed teeth flashing at him and dragon tattoos winding away up thick arms interrupted by scars.
He whimpered quietly to himself as the man mercilessly dragged the thin man down, down, down further into hell.
They finally seemed to stop at a cell before the man shouted at the inmates who slinked away to the corner of the cell, eyes glinting darkly. Junmyeon was thrown in as seem as he got the door open and the heavy slam of the door seemed to lock away his freedom.
Trembling at where he stood, his eyes slowly adjusted until he could see his fellow roommates-cellmates, his brain almost traitorously provided for him. Junmyeon almost yearned to be put back into the stark room; at least the other room didn’t have leering inmates.
“Hǎo, hǎo, hǎo,****” one man drawled from atop a bed. His hair was dyed a blonde, the strands mussed attractively. Junmyeon just stared with a terrified fascination as another man, a pretty one, slithered down from his own bunk.
“Nín de míngzì shì shénme?******” the young faced one asked-he didn’t look over 20- and he caught the Chinese word for name.
“J-Junmyeon,” he stuttered out, afraid to deny these men anything.
“Ah, Korean,” he said in accented Korean as Jumyeon blinked at his native language. He didn’t say anything else but just bobbed his head nervously.
Circling around the frightened man, the inmate asked in his inflicted Korean, “What is a pretty little thing like you doing here?”
Junmyeon didn’t waste a second as he vomited out his story of how the police had shown up at his and Chen, his husband, hotel after he had just walked in. He had been in a state of numb disbelief, alcohol sluggishly pumping through his veins from celebrating with his husband’s concert, when they had tackled him to the ground. He recalled how reporters had blinded him with their flashing cameras, screaming at his in terrible Korean whether he had murdered Chen with his infamous lover, Baekhyun. They clawed at his clothes, snapping up his red rimmed eyes, his smeared eyeliner, the blood dried on his hands, capturing everything on their incriminating cameras.
When he finally came to a mumbling stop, the pretty one asked him quietly, “Yeah, but did you do it?”
Looking up with watery eyes, he looked him straight in the eye and firmly said, “Not guilty.”
---Footnotes at bottom
* did you kill this man
** i don't think he understands
*** let's go
****well, well, well
***** what's your name
Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Cicero
Paring: XiuHunHan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2268
Notes: I always forget to release this series lol
Minseok beamed up at the screaming audience, sweating dripping down his neck while his chest heaved up and down trying to catch his breath. The joyful screaming increased as Luhan bounded over to tangle his fingers with Minseok’s and he tucked the smaller man into his side.
“Stop it, Luhan,” Minseok playfully joked, eyes twinkling up at his lover.
Luhan only smiled down at him as the stage lights dimmed and he gently led the elder one backstage.
“You always do that,” he smacked Luhan’s arm lightly, “you know exactly how to make those fangirls scream. Don’t do that in public.”
With a playful look in his eyes, Luhan shot a quick glance around the two of them as staff hustled back and forth, the rest of Exo too busy bowing and thanking the staff profusely to pay attention to the eldest members. He tugged a giggling Minseok to the side and whispered in his ear, “Yes, but I can do this away from their eyes, right?” before crashing his lips down on Minseok’s panting ones.
Adrenaline surged through both of their veins after the concert and they were high off performing and it fed into their hungry kiss. Hands fumbled to grasp at sweaty skin, gasps swallowed by eager mouths, and a wandering hand heavily grabbed at Minseok’s ass.
“No marks,” Minseok gasped, lust clouding his eyes after Luhan made his way down Minseok’s throat, licking delicately.
Pulling his boyfriend back up to his lips, he murmured, “Stop that, that’s gross. You’re just eating like 5 layers of makeup, you know.” Luhan just hummed as he tilted Minseok’s head to slot their mouths back together.
“Alright, alright, let’s not give everyone here free porn, ok,” Jongin’s snide voice came from behind them.
Luhan glared at the youngest over Minseok’s shoulder as the eldest panted heavily, eyes hazy with desire. He flipped the two the bird as they finally walked away after calling out, “We’re leaving in 5 minutes, hyung!”
Smoothing away Minseok’s damp hair from his forehead, Luhan leaned in to gaze searchingly at Minseok and promised, “We’ll continue this at the hotel.”
“One more,” Minseok mumbled as he pulled the Chinese singer down for another breathtaking kiss, as though to imprint himself onto his boyfriend, unknowing of another’s dark eyes burrowing into Luhan’s open eyes.
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Tumbling together onto the sheets, Luhan chuckled as Minseok pulled him down eagerly to continue what they had started backstage, tongue probing to lick into his Luhan’s mouth. Luhan gave an encouraging moan when Minseok captured his tongue and sucked hard.
“Fuck, Minseok, you’re always so eager after performing,” Luhan huskily growled when they broke apart for air.
“Shut up,” Minseok grouched, hand fumbling to pull at Luhan’s shirt, “No more talking. Less talking, more action.”
Laughing at his boyfriend’s fevor but all too happy to comply, Luhan drew back to grab the hem of his shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion.
“Yes,” Minseok gleefully hissed at the sight of the exposed milky skin, before diving down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
“Don’t be a tease,” Luhan moaned as the smaller man licked across the nub only to draw back and blow cool air onto it.
Minseok glanced up with a devious curl of his lips, muttering out, “But it’s so fun,” before nipping at the hardened nub with his teeth.
Minseok’s name fell off Luhan’s lips like candied jewels as Minseok licked his way down the plane of Luhan’s abdomen. He got to the tops of Luhan’s jeans before blowing at the hem. “Pants. Off,” Minseok ordered and he nearly ripped the denim off his legs, displaying his bulge at the front of his boxers proudly.
“So hard,” he praised, eyeing Luhan’s clothed erection, staring at the little wet patch at the front.
“Minseok, please,” Luhan begged, his hips lifting off the mattress to urge his boyfriend to hurry the fuck up.
Minseok licked a fat stripe across the wet patch murmuring, “tsk, tsk, so impatient,” into his dick. Thin fingers tangled into his heavily hairsprayed dyed hair, pushing his head down. Begs came out of Luhan’s mouth that didn’t even make sense. The babbling increased in speed as Minseok peeled back the band of his underwear, dick springing out to curve angrily against his stomach.
He hummed appreciatively, tugging the rest of Luhan’s boxers off until the only thing left on Luhan was his beautifully smeared makeup, eyeliner so deliciously smudged, and his Luhan was such a beautiful mess. This was where the eldest loved to have his boyfriend: wantonly spread across pristine sheets, positively writhing and looking like a wreck.
An impatient tap across his cheek left a sticky swear on the wiped off foundation and Luhan whined, trying to get Minseok to pay attention to his dick. Rolling his eyes at the gesture, he placed his hands on Luhan’s inner thighs, pausing to shower butterfly kisses on the pale skin.
“So, so beautiful,” Minseok crooned praised first Korean and then Mandarin, eyeing appreciatively at the twitch Luhan made when he spoke in his lover’s native tongue. “You get off on that, don’t you.”
Whining high in in his throat, pleases caught between pleasure and pain, the Chinese man spread his legs further apart to encourage his boyfriend.
Giving it a few kittenish licks (and relishing the moans he got in reply) Minseok tested out his waters before taking in the entire head.
Luhan keened into the sheets, fingers twisting Minseok’s hair almost painfully. He chuckled, taking more of Luhan into his mouth and the sounds Luhan made just increased at the vibrations.
Tears sprung to Minseok’s lined eyes as the tip of Luhan’s dick touched the back of his throat but he determinedly pushed down his gag reflex. Glancing up at his wrecked boyfriend, Minseok caught Luhan’s glazed eyes and hollowed his cheeks before sucking. Hard.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Luhan chanted, trying to push down the tension curling in his gut. However, it seemed like Minseok had a different idea in his head as he pressed fingerprints into Luhan’s hips while swallowing.
Luhan near screamed Minseok’s name as he came hard, his boyfriend stroking him through his orgasm, trying to draw out the experience. With a lewd pop, Minseok came off Luhan waiting until Luhan opened his eyes to swallow, Luhan’s eyes watching as his adam’s apple bobbed.
“So obedient,” was the first thing out of Minseok’s mouth, his voice rough from the blowjob he had just so blessedly given to Luhan.
Limp and so satisfied from his orgasm, Luhan watched with lazy eyes as Minseok crawled off the bed to retrieve something from his bag. Without a word, when Minseok resettled back between Luhan’s legs, he pushed them further apart.
With a cocky brow raise Minseok ripped open the packet of lube. If it weren’t for the impressive bulge at the front of his black pants, Luhan wouldn’t have even known that Minseok was eager for this.
Grabbing the small square, Luhan garbled out, “shirt, pants,” to Minseok before squeezing out the clear lube onto his finger and promptly shoving his index finger in up to the knuckle. At the burn from his impatience, Luhan sucked in a harsh breath, pausing for a moment to let his body adjust only barely regretting his rush. Even so, without waiting as long as he should have, Luhan pushed in a second finger with a moan.
Minseok rolled the latex down on his cock, pleasantly enjoying the show unfurling before his eyes, enjoying it far too much to stop it. His eyes followed the obscene way Luhan’s fingers, now 3, pushed, twisting inside of himself making Luhan wail.
“Enough.”
Just at Minseok’s quietly uttered word, Luhan stopped immediately, a look of repentance flashing across his face at the interruption. But when he looked up at his lover with a small pout on his lips, the look in Minseok’s eyes had him scrambling to align himself to Minseok’s cock.
Minseok paused, his hand splayed across Luhan’s pale hip, firm in its hold to unallow Luhan to sit down far too fast. The head of Minseok teased across Luhan’s ass, heat leaking through the latex. “Minseok, please,” Luhan whimpered, too far gone to even care. He just needed Minseok inside of him now.
“Patience is a virtue, Luhan. Haven’t you heard of it?” Minseok murmured, eyes dark with a teasing light.
“Fuck proverbs,” Luhan bit out, eyes tearing up at the emptiness and anticipation curling low in his gut.
Without another word, Minseok released his hold on his beautiful lover’s hip and without the elder’s support, Luhan collapsed, cock driving in deep.
Crying out, tears sprung to Luhan’s eyes at the not unpleasant stretch. Luhan sat flush on Minseok’s lap, before rushing to plant his hands firmly on Minseok’s chest.
Strong fingers wrapped around Luhan’s wrists and he paused in his actions to look up in surprise. Minseok tugged at one of Luhan’s wrists, waiting for Luhan to shift his weight to one hand. In the back of Luhan’s mind, he knew that Minseok was delaying, letting his precious deer’s body adjust to the stretch, cause if he had any say, Luhan would be eagerly chasing that brilliant horizon by now.
“So beautiful,” Minseok whispered reverently, bringing his lover’s hand up to his face. Brushing his lips against the inside of Luhan’s wrist, Minseok’s gentle ministrations were a stark contrast to his earlier actions. He glanced up at the beautiful man, watching how Luhan’s eyes melted at the intensity of his gaze.
Placing Luhan’s hand back on his chest, the elder placed both hands on Luhan’s hips before rolling his hips up dragging out a surprised mewl from the other. With strong thrusts and a steady rhythm, Minseok fucked into Luhan with the delicacy of making love, a term Luhan constantly snidely said sounded too vanilla.
Luhan closed his eyes, tossing his head back to bare his throat to Minseok, throaty moans easily falling from his lips. Minseok eagerly sucked bruising flowers where shirt collars would hide the marks but tenderly nipped at the milky column, far too aware of boundaries that he couldn’t cross. With each slap of skin against skin, Minseok chanted into Luhan’s collarbones with a feverish intensity.
Heat coiling to an almost unbearable temperature, Luhan knew his orgasm was coming. Minseok’s thrusts were losing their steady rhythm, slipping into an almost desperate pace, both racing for that bursting release.
“Mi-Minseok! Almost,” Luhan panted, stomach clenching tight, pleasure building, building, building.
“Touch yourself,” Minseok ordered huskily, pausing in his chanting. Fumbling to wrap thin fingers around his leaking erection, Luhan pumped, one, twice in tempo to Minseok before spilling over his boyfriend’s torso.
White flashed behind Luhan’s eyelids, Chinese scream suspended in the air, pleasure radiating out. Pushing through Luhan’s orgasm, Minseok sped up, running, running to fall off the same cliff before groaning, biting into Luhan’s shoulder, and cumming in Luhan.
Coming down from his high, a bliss making his limbs heavy and lazy, satisfied as a cat with cream, Luhan clenched. Minseok made a noise of discomfort, too sensitive for Luhan’s teasing.
“Stop,” Minseok warned, peppering little kisses down the Luhan’s jaw. “Let me stay a bit. I like it here. Snug.”
Luhan shot Minseok a look, before deciding that pulling back to properly judge him took too much effort, instead laughed into Minseok’s sweaty collarbones.
They laid there, too blissed out in post-coital to really find any motivation to move, their heat mingling with the heady scent of sex suspended in the air.
Luhan broke the silence with a quiet, “What were you saying?”
Blinking, Minseok idily traced a circle on Luhan’s arm. “Saying what?”
“You know, when you were fucking me.”
Minseok just chuckled in Luhan’s ear, snorting, “Real delicate, Luhan.”
Rolling his eyes, even though he knew that Minseok couldn’t see Luhan said, “Just answer the question.”
“Mine,” Minseok said, his circles getting tighter and tighter, “I was saying mine, only mine.” Minseok’s fingers wrapped tightly around Luhan’s arm as though he was afraid that Luhan would suddenly floating away.
Something choked in Luhan’s throat and he sucked in a harsh breath before blinking. “Yes. Yes, all yours.”
Relaxing, Minseok nudged Luhan off him. Luhan protested at the careless movement, but let his body flop into the sheets. “You’re too hot,” Minseok quipped at Luhan’s pout.
“I know I am.”
“Shut up, Luhan. I’m going to get an ice cream. Manager Lee should be asleep by now. Do you want one?” Minseok asked, rolling out of bed and slipping back into the clothes they came in.
Propping himself up on one elbow, Luhan made a noise of no thanks, eyes staring at his phone.
Minseok slipped out of the door with the sound of Luhan playing a mobile game behind him. Chuckling to himself, he made off to the nearest convenience store, praying there wouldn’t be one too far.
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“Han?” Minseok softly whispered in the dark of the hotel room. He had taken longer than he had expected to find the nearest store and it was highly probable that Luhan had fallen asleep before he came back home.
A moan was not the sound he had expected to hear in response. “What the-” Minseok flicked on the room lights, the scene in front of him lighting up.
Red filled his vision, seeing Luhan underneath Sehun, spread eagle, legs open prettily, moans spilling out prettily and the last that he sees is his hand wrapping around a pair of the hotel’s scissors, the word MINE roaring through his head.
He had it coming.
Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Lipschitz
Paring: Chen/Lay
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 189
“Artistic differences,” Jongdae curtly said in response.
“What?”
“Artistic differences,” Jongdae repeated, as though the police officer was stupid.
“You killed him because of artistic differences?”
“Well, see here. Yixing was an artist. He often went out to find himself, you know, one of those mysterious ones who wandered for inspiration. The only problem is that, along the way, he found Tiffany, Minseon, Luna, and Yifan. So we broke up,” Jongdae explained, a casual manner to his recalling, fingers brushing slowly along the edge of the table.
The adjacent police officer didn’t say anything.
The pale man sighed, shaking his head sadly. “I love him. I loved him too much.”
The police officer looked like he wanted to bolt, eyes sliding uneasily to the door.
“But we had to break up because of our artistic differences,” Jongdae exhales, almost sounding regretful. “He saw himself as alive.” His eyes snap up and there’s a sick anticipation in his eyes like he’s about to deliver the punchline to a joke.
The corners of the handcuffed man’s lips curl up before purring out, “And I saw him dead.”
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Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Pop
Paring: Baekyeol
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 683
Baekhyun stared blankly at the wall as the bullet train zipped by. It’s like the gods were conspiring against him. Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong.
Waking up after noticing that the bed was empty on the other side, Baekhyun just couldn’t get himself to care. The power had died last night and his alarm clock had unfortunately been reset during the power outage, so he didn’t woken up on time. He rushed to work after grabbing a bagel for work only to realize after he had gotten off his stop that today was coffee duty day. Which, inevitably, caused him to stumble into the office a whooping 40 minutes late with the orders only to have Kyungsoo pop up and pipe that he had extra time that day and that he had already gotten coffee for everyone. At this point, Baekhyun had wanted to drown himself in the scalding coffee.
Frankly, the rest of the day hadn’t gotten any better for him. His boss, Changmin, called him into the office to tell him about declining sales and what he needed to do to pick up the slack (read: improve sales or kiss his job goodbye), followed by the printer jamming twice on him which only had the intern, Sehun timidly walk by and ask if everything was ok. He snapped back no, which had guilt squeezing around his heart as he watched the lanky boy slink away.
Thing after thing just seemed to pile up on Baekhyun’s bad luck tally and by the time he had left the office at the late hour of 8, no one was left in the office but him and the janitor. Waving a weary goodbye to the man who ignored him, the accountant had boarded onto his train (which thankfully wasn’t the last train of the day. He was counting the little lucky things that day. They were scarce) and was looking forward to slamming face first into his plush sheets.
Unlocking the door to his apartment, the rank smell of alcohol smacked Baekhyun in the face. Wrinkling his nose delicately, the man had a dreadful feeling of who it was.
Baekhyun was mindful to close the door quietly behind him, able to hear the noise of TV filter all the way to the front door. The entire day just crashed down on his shoulders at this exact moment and he was hit by how bone weary he was.
He just wanted a quiet evening. Was that so hard to ask for?
Apparently so.
“Baekhyun?” came the drunken slur from the living room.
Settling his things down by the door, Baehyun slowly crept forward. “Yes?”
Coming to the living room, the sight of his boyfriend, Chanyeol, greeted him. His loose tank was more grimy than white, his hair looking like a rat’s nest, legs sprawled lazily across Baekhyun’s white couch filled the accountant with so much rage he clenched his fist.
“Babe, could you grab me another beer?” Chanyeol waved his half empty bottle at the trembling man, hiccuping.
“Not.today.” Baekhyun growled out, fists balled by his sides. He slowly turned away from the sight repeating ‘calm calm calm’ to himself like a mantra.
Pop.
Baekhyun froze.
Oh no. Oh no no no no.
Not today.
“What the fuck, babe.”
Baekhyun could feel his head throb, anger making his vision go red.
“Not today, Park Chanyeol. You pop that gum one more time,” he warned, refusing to turn around.
“Babe.”
He shucked off his shoes.
“Baekhyun.”
He pulled off his tie.
“Goddammit, you shithead, I’m talking to you!”
He put up his briefcase.
“Baekhyun!” Chanyeol shouted from the couch, face a livid red, but too drunk to even try to stand up.
Baekhyun ignored him.
Then, came the infuriating pop.
“I know you can fucking hear me. Don’t ignore m-”
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up, Chanyeol.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Baekhyun! No need to point a gun at me!” A sick sort of satisfaction slithered into his veins at the sound of alarm in Chanyeol’s voice and it steadied his right arm outstretched towards the drunk.
“You know how much I fucking hate it when you smack that gum,” Baekhyun reminded.
Chanyeol didn’t answer, eyes so wide he could see his own reflection in them. Almost in a trance, Chanyeol’s jaw snapped up.
Pop.
The sounds of the gunshots were deafening inside the small apartment and crimson stains beautifully across the white couch.
“He had it coming.”
Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Six
Paring: Kaisoo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 853
Kyungsoo’s hands shook as he stared at the marriage certificate in his hand. No; wedding certificates. Six, in fact.
The names stared up at him. Taemin. Taeyeon. Sehun. Juniel. Hyunsik. Krystal. They were curled prettily next to Kim Jongin.
Single, my ass.
The copies of the certificates crinkled in his fist as he stood outside of the detective’s office, mind whirring at a thousand miles an hour.
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Small beeps as his boyfriend keyed in the code told Kyungsoo that Jongin was finally home. At the sound of the door opening, Kyungsoo called to the front door, “Jongin? Welcome home, babe.”
Jongin kicked off his shoes and dropped his things at the door before strolling into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo’s middle and hummed into the cooking man’s waist, “Mmm, I’m home.”
Kyungsoo giggled lightly when Jongin pressed a feather light kiss on his nape. “Babe, please. I’m trying to cook here.”
Jongin hummed, burying his nose into the nape of his tiny boyfriend. “Smells delectable. I can’t wait for dinner.”
Stirring the soup before pushing Jongin away with the end of the ladle, Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. He opened the shelf, grabbing a wine glass and nudged his tired boyfriend towards the living room. “Go sit down, I’ll fix you a quick drink. You look tired.”
Eyeing Kyungsoo appreciatively, Jongin licked his lips, “Wow, I must have saved a country to land a boyfriend like you. How did I get so lucky?”
Kyungsoo repressed the urge to roll his eyes again, opting to just gently jostle the taller man into the den.
“You betcha you’re damn lucky. Too bad you couldn’t be happy with just one,” Kyungsoo sneered into the wine glass as the fragrant smell wafted up from the glass. Deep purple stained Kyungsoo’s hand as he rolled the bottle to stop the flow into the glass. Staring down at the liquid, irritation swirled in his stomach in synchronization with the wine spinning in the glass.
Now, gratification rolled in sync with the wine as the special ingredient dissolved into the red wine color.
“Here, babe,” Kyungsoo purred, placing the glass into Jongin’s hand. He leaned down to peck Jongin’s lips, lips falling open easily at his lover’s nudge. The wine was quickly forgotten and placed down on the nearby table as Jongin cupped Kyungsoo’s face in his hands and paid full attention to ravishing his boyfriend.
With a groan, Jongin pulled away to suck in a breath. At the sight of Kyungsoo’s glossy and swollen lips, the man moaned out, “Fuck, Kyungsoo, you look so delectable.”
“Your drink,” Kyungsoo smirked, gesturing to the cup.
Keeping his eyes on his boyfriend, Jongin brought the glass to his lips and drank deeply before grabbing Kyungsoo’s chin, pressing his lips insistently to the eager man. Purple tinted Kyungsoo’s lips and the bitter tang of the wine flooded into his mouth.
The tanned man leaned forward to steal another kiss before Kyungsoo slipped away with small tsks. “Uh, uh, uh. I need to finish preparing dinner. Go on; finish your drink.”
Jongin chuckled and murmured ‘tease’ under his breath but obeyed his lover, turning his attention back to the open book on his lap and periodically sipping at his drink.
Kyungsoo returned to the kitchen, humming under his breath only to have the peaceful silence shatter later. The man paused in his tasting to saunter back to the den gently asking, “Jongin?”
“Fuck, call 119, Kyungsoo,” Jongin groaned, doubled over and clutching his stomach. The carpet was dyed by the spilt wine and Kyungsoo chuckled.
“Kyungsoo?” Jongin asked, flinching at the wave of pain from his head. “Babe, I think something’s wrong.”
“Oh, Jongin.”
“Soo? Soo! Please! Call an ambulance!”
He leaned against the doorframe, a lazy smirk curling up the corners of his mouth. “I can’t,” he simply said.
“What the fuck are y-” Jongin cut himself off as it hurt too much to continue. He gasped, pain twisting his guts. He looked up from his chair only to see his lover raise a brow at him. Jongin could only watch as his boyfriend pulled out both their phones and took out the sim cards. Jongin’s eyes bugged out as Kyungsoo bent both cards with the same ease as snapping his fingers.
“Kyungsoo!” he gasped.
“Mmm,” Kyungsoo hummed, watching the spectacle in front of him, “Why won’t you call Taemin’s name? Oh, or Taeyeon. Or Krystal, Hyunsik, Sehun, or even Juniel, babe?”
Vision flickering, he gaped, mind reeling at the pain. Recognition shot through his brain as he struggled against his organs shutting down. “H-how do you know those names?”
“Oh? So you do know who they are,” Kyungsoo snarled out, an angry light flashing in his eyes.
“Forget about that! Just call 119!” Jongin screamed at Kyungsoo, his face turning an ugly purple, gasping for breath.
Just tsking at the scene, Kyungsoo shook his head, watching as the light faded out of Jongin’s eyes. His ex-lover gave a small gasp before collapsing on the floor.
Looking on with a detached disdain, Kyungsoo shook his head slowly.
“He had it coming.”
Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Squish
Paring: Taoris
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 378
“Tao!” Yifan’s angry scream came from the front door as he slammed the door behind him.
Tao paused, knife suspended above the chicken laying in front of him. It was his and Yifan’s anniversary and he had decided to do something special today, like cook his boyfriend dinner.
“Yes?” he tentatively called out. Yifan was home early.
“You little fucker!” Yifan accused, appearing at the door of the kitchen, face livid, fists clutching the opening, and chest heaving up and down.
Frowning, Tao turned around, confused. “What the-”
“You’ve been fucking your secretary, you slut!” the man interrupted, eyes wild.
Shock zipped through Tao as he frowned back at his boyfriend. “I have no idea-”
“You’ve been fucking Yixing!” he spat out, stalking closer. His hands flew into the air and his fist came down on Tao’s face.
The knife made a loud clattering noise as it fell onto the kitchen floor along with the loud thud of Tao hitting the cabinets.
Yifan towered above him and continued raging on and on, “You whore. I bet you spread your legs everyday for him in your office, don’t you!”
In a fury, Tao straightened up and shouted right back at the insane man, “What the actual fuck are you talking about! Yixing’s with Luhan and Luhan’s your goddam best friend.”
Looking at him, Tao watched as his boyfriend deflated in front of him. “Y-You’re right. Luhan is my best friend,” Yifan said, a wild look creeping into his eyes as he stared at the floor.
When Yifan’s head snapped back up, he hissed out, “You’re fucking both of them.”
Red flashed and blinded Tao as he bent down to pick up the knife from the floor and when he snapped back up his arm shot out. Again and again and again.
Blinking away the dots that swam in front of him, Tao brought his left hand to wipe away the sweat beading at his forehead from the heat the flooded the kitchen.
“He ran into my knife,” the man murmured as he wiped away the bright red that dirtied the knife on a towelette gazing down at the man sprawled out across the kitchen floor. "He ran into my knife ten times."
Shaking his head at the sight, Tao sighed out, “He had it coming.”
Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Uh-Uh
Paring: Suchen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 636
Notes: Footnotes at bottom
Gazing helplessly around the stark room, Junmyeon felt lost as garbled words were thrown at him.
“Nǐ shāle zhège rén*?” the man sitting across from the desk demanded. He could only blink away tears that threatened to drip down and shake his head.
“Nǐ shāle zhège rén?” the man repeated, more firmly, jabbing his finger down on a photo.
“No, no, no!” Junmyeon garbled, staring helplessly down at the photo.
The pale face of his husband looked back up from him, the head detached from the rest of his body. The very sight had his lunch lurching up from his stomach.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he babbled, eyes wide at the picture.
The man in front of him sighed and said to the window behind Junmyeon, “Wǒ bù rènwéi tā néng lǐjiě.**” As though getting a sign from the people standing behind the glass, the police officer stood up and grabbed his upper arm.
“Ràng wǒmen qù,***” he simply said, while hauling Junmyeon away. Bewildered, he stumbled after the man, the cuffs around his wrists clanking behind him. As he lead Junmyeon further into what he could only describe as a prison, the inmates sneered at him from behind their bars.
The guard, waved his baton at the sneering men, shouting in angry Chinese. He continued to lead Junmyeon further down into the cells, the lights in the corridors fading until Junmyeon could only see cracked, yellowed teeth flashing at him and dragon tattoos winding away up thick arms interrupted by scars.
He whimpered quietly to himself as the man mercilessly dragged the thin man down, down, down further into hell.
They finally seemed to stop at a cell before the man shouted at the inmates who slinked away to the corner of the cell, eyes glinting darkly. Junmyeon was thrown in as seem as he got the door open and the heavy slam of the door seemed to lock away his freedom.
Trembling at where he stood, his eyes slowly adjusted until he could see his fellow roommates-cellmates, his brain almost traitorously provided for him. Junmyeon almost yearned to be put back into the stark room; at least the other room didn’t have leering inmates.
“Hǎo, hǎo, hǎo,****” one man drawled from atop a bed. His hair was dyed a blonde, the strands mussed attractively. Junmyeon just stared with a terrified fascination as another man, a pretty one, slithered down from his own bunk.
“Nín de míngzì shì shénme?******” the young faced one asked-he didn’t look over 20- and he caught the Chinese word for name.
“J-Junmyeon,” he stuttered out, afraid to deny these men anything.
“Ah, Korean,” he said in accented Korean as Jumyeon blinked at his native language. He didn’t say anything else but just bobbed his head nervously.
Circling around the frightened man, the inmate asked in his inflicted Korean, “What is a pretty little thing like you doing here?”
Junmyeon didn’t waste a second as he vomited out his story of how the police had shown up at his and Chen, his husband, hotel after he had just walked in. He had been in a state of numb disbelief, alcohol sluggishly pumping through his veins from celebrating with his husband’s concert, when they had tackled him to the ground. He recalled how reporters had blinded him with their flashing cameras, screaming at his in terrible Korean whether he had murdered Chen with his infamous lover, Baekhyun. They clawed at his clothes, snapping up his red rimmed eyes, his smeared eyeliner, the blood dried on his hands, capturing everything on their incriminating cameras.
When he finally came to a mumbling stop, the pretty one asked him quietly, “Yeah, but did you do it?”
Looking up with watery eyes, he looked him straight in the eye and firmly said, “Not guilty.”
---Footnotes at bottom
* did you kill this man
** i don't think he understands
*** let's go
****well, well, well
***** what's your name
Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Cicero
Paring: XiuHunHan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2268
Notes: I always forget to release this series lol
Minseok beamed up at the screaming audience, sweating dripping down his neck while his chest heaved up and down trying to catch his breath. The joyful screaming increased as Luhan bounded over to tangle his fingers with Minseok’s and he tucked the smaller man into his side.
“Stop it, Luhan,” Minseok playfully joked, eyes twinkling up at his lover.
Luhan only smiled down at him as the stage lights dimmed and he gently led the elder one backstage.
“You always do that,” he smacked Luhan’s arm lightly, “you know exactly how to make those fangirls scream. Don’t do that in public.”
With a playful look in his eyes, Luhan shot a quick glance around the two of them as staff hustled back and forth, the rest of Exo too busy bowing and thanking the staff profusely to pay attention to the eldest members. He tugged a giggling Minseok to the side and whispered in his ear, “Yes, but I can do this away from their eyes, right?” before crashing his lips down on Minseok’s panting ones.
Adrenaline surged through both of their veins after the concert and they were high off performing and it fed into their hungry kiss. Hands fumbled to grasp at sweaty skin, gasps swallowed by eager mouths, and a wandering hand heavily grabbed at Minseok’s ass.
“No marks,” Minseok gasped, lust clouding his eyes after Luhan made his way down Minseok’s throat, licking delicately.
Pulling his boyfriend back up to his lips, he murmured, “Stop that, that’s gross. You’re just eating like 5 layers of makeup, you know.” Luhan just hummed as he tilted Minseok’s head to slot their mouths back together.
“Alright, alright, let’s not give everyone here free porn, ok,” Jongin’s snide voice came from behind them.
Luhan glared at the youngest over Minseok’s shoulder as the eldest panted heavily, eyes hazy with desire. He flipped the two the bird as they finally walked away after calling out, “We’re leaving in 5 minutes, hyung!”
Smoothing away Minseok’s damp hair from his forehead, Luhan leaned in to gaze searchingly at Minseok and promised, “We’ll continue this at the hotel.”
“One more,” Minseok mumbled as he pulled the Chinese singer down for another breathtaking kiss, as though to imprint himself onto his boyfriend, unknowing of another’s dark eyes burrowing into Luhan’s open eyes.
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Tumbling together onto the sheets, Luhan chuckled as Minseok pulled him down eagerly to continue what they had started backstage, tongue probing to lick into his Luhan’s mouth. Luhan gave an encouraging moan when Minseok captured his tongue and sucked hard.
“Fuck, Minseok, you’re always so eager after performing,” Luhan huskily growled when they broke apart for air.
“Shut up,” Minseok grouched, hand fumbling to pull at Luhan’s shirt, “No more talking. Less talking, more action.”
Laughing at his boyfriend’s fevor but all too happy to comply, Luhan drew back to grab the hem of his shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion.
“Yes,” Minseok gleefully hissed at the sight of the exposed milky skin, before diving down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
“Don’t be a tease,” Luhan moaned as the smaller man licked across the nub only to draw back and blow cool air onto it.
Minseok glanced up with a devious curl of his lips, muttering out, “But it’s so fun,” before nipping at the hardened nub with his teeth.
Minseok’s name fell off Luhan’s lips like candied jewels as Minseok licked his way down the plane of Luhan’s abdomen. He got to the tops of Luhan’s jeans before blowing at the hem. “Pants. Off,” Minseok ordered and he nearly ripped the denim off his legs, displaying his bulge at the front of his boxers proudly.
“So hard,” he praised, eyeing Luhan’s clothed erection, staring at the little wet patch at the front.
“Minseok, please,” Luhan begged, his hips lifting off the mattress to urge his boyfriend to hurry the fuck up.
Minseok licked a fat stripe across the wet patch murmuring, “tsk, tsk, so impatient,” into his dick. Thin fingers tangled into his heavily hairsprayed dyed hair, pushing his head down. Begs came out of Luhan’s mouth that didn’t even make sense. The babbling increased in speed as Minseok peeled back the band of his underwear, dick springing out to curve angrily against his stomach.
He hummed appreciatively, tugging the rest of Luhan’s boxers off until the only thing left on Luhan was his beautifully smeared makeup, eyeliner so deliciously smudged, and his Luhan was such a beautiful mess. This was where the eldest loved to have his boyfriend: wantonly spread across pristine sheets, positively writhing and looking like a wreck.
An impatient tap across his cheek left a sticky swear on the wiped off foundation and Luhan whined, trying to get Minseok to pay attention to his dick. Rolling his eyes at the gesture, he placed his hands on Luhan’s inner thighs, pausing to shower butterfly kisses on the pale skin.
“So, so beautiful,” Minseok crooned praised first Korean and then Mandarin, eyeing appreciatively at the twitch Luhan made when he spoke in his lover’s native tongue. “You get off on that, don’t you.”
Whining high in in his throat, pleases caught between pleasure and pain, the Chinese man spread his legs further apart to encourage his boyfriend.
Giving it a few kittenish licks (and relishing the moans he got in reply) Minseok tested out his waters before taking in the entire head.
Luhan keened into the sheets, fingers twisting Minseok’s hair almost painfully. He chuckled, taking more of Luhan into his mouth and the sounds Luhan made just increased at the vibrations.
Tears sprung to Minseok’s lined eyes as the tip of Luhan’s dick touched the back of his throat but he determinedly pushed down his gag reflex. Glancing up at his wrecked boyfriend, Minseok caught Luhan’s glazed eyes and hollowed his cheeks before sucking. Hard.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Luhan chanted, trying to push down the tension curling in his gut. However, it seemed like Minseok had a different idea in his head as he pressed fingerprints into Luhan’s hips while swallowing.
Luhan near screamed Minseok’s name as he came hard, his boyfriend stroking him through his orgasm, trying to draw out the experience. With a lewd pop, Minseok came off Luhan waiting until Luhan opened his eyes to swallow, Luhan’s eyes watching as his adam’s apple bobbed.
“So obedient,” was the first thing out of Minseok’s mouth, his voice rough from the blowjob he had just so blessedly given to Luhan.
Limp and so satisfied from his orgasm, Luhan watched with lazy eyes as Minseok crawled off the bed to retrieve something from his bag. Without a word, when Minseok resettled back between Luhan’s legs, he pushed them further apart.
With a cocky brow raise Minseok ripped open the packet of lube. If it weren’t for the impressive bulge at the front of his black pants, Luhan wouldn’t have even known that Minseok was eager for this.
Grabbing the small square, Luhan garbled out, “shirt, pants,” to Minseok before squeezing out the clear lube onto his finger and promptly shoving his index finger in up to the knuckle. At the burn from his impatience, Luhan sucked in a harsh breath, pausing for a moment to let his body adjust only barely regretting his rush. Even so, without waiting as long as he should have, Luhan pushed in a second finger with a moan.
Minseok rolled the latex down on his cock, pleasantly enjoying the show unfurling before his eyes, enjoying it far too much to stop it. His eyes followed the obscene way Luhan’s fingers, now 3, pushed, twisting inside of himself making Luhan wail.
“Enough.”
Just at Minseok’s quietly uttered word, Luhan stopped immediately, a look of repentance flashing across his face at the interruption. But when he looked up at his lover with a small pout on his lips, the look in Minseok’s eyes had him scrambling to align himself to Minseok’s cock.
Minseok paused, his hand splayed across Luhan’s pale hip, firm in its hold to unallow Luhan to sit down far too fast. The head of Minseok teased across Luhan’s ass, heat leaking through the latex. “Minseok, please,” Luhan whimpered, too far gone to even care. He just needed Minseok inside of him now.
“Patience is a virtue, Luhan. Haven’t you heard of it?” Minseok murmured, eyes dark with a teasing light.
“Fuck proverbs,” Luhan bit out, eyes tearing up at the emptiness and anticipation curling low in his gut.
Without another word, Minseok released his hold on his beautiful lover’s hip and without the elder’s support, Luhan collapsed, cock driving in deep.
Crying out, tears sprung to Luhan’s eyes at the not unpleasant stretch. Luhan sat flush on Minseok’s lap, before rushing to plant his hands firmly on Minseok’s chest.
Strong fingers wrapped around Luhan’s wrists and he paused in his actions to look up in surprise. Minseok tugged at one of Luhan’s wrists, waiting for Luhan to shift his weight to one hand. In the back of Luhan’s mind, he knew that Minseok was delaying, letting his precious deer’s body adjust to the stretch, cause if he had any say, Luhan would be eagerly chasing that brilliant horizon by now.
“So beautiful,” Minseok whispered reverently, bringing his lover’s hand up to his face. Brushing his lips against the inside of Luhan’s wrist, Minseok’s gentle ministrations were a stark contrast to his earlier actions. He glanced up at the beautiful man, watching how Luhan’s eyes melted at the intensity of his gaze.
Placing Luhan’s hand back on his chest, the elder placed both hands on Luhan’s hips before rolling his hips up dragging out a surprised mewl from the other. With strong thrusts and a steady rhythm, Minseok fucked into Luhan with the delicacy of making love, a term Luhan constantly snidely said sounded too vanilla.
Luhan closed his eyes, tossing his head back to bare his throat to Minseok, throaty moans easily falling from his lips. Minseok eagerly sucked bruising flowers where shirt collars would hide the marks but tenderly nipped at the milky column, far too aware of boundaries that he couldn’t cross. With each slap of skin against skin, Minseok chanted into Luhan’s collarbones with a feverish intensity.
Heat coiling to an almost unbearable temperature, Luhan knew his orgasm was coming. Minseok’s thrusts were losing their steady rhythm, slipping into an almost desperate pace, both racing for that bursting release.
“Mi-Minseok! Almost,” Luhan panted, stomach clenching tight, pleasure building, building, building.
“Touch yourself,” Minseok ordered huskily, pausing in his chanting. Fumbling to wrap thin fingers around his leaking erection, Luhan pumped, one, twice in tempo to Minseok before spilling over his boyfriend’s torso.
White flashed behind Luhan’s eyelids, Chinese scream suspended in the air, pleasure radiating out. Pushing through Luhan’s orgasm, Minseok sped up, running, running to fall off the same cliff before groaning, biting into Luhan’s shoulder, and cumming in Luhan.
Coming down from his high, a bliss making his limbs heavy and lazy, satisfied as a cat with cream, Luhan clenched. Minseok made a noise of discomfort, too sensitive for Luhan’s teasing.
“Stop,” Minseok warned, peppering little kisses down the Luhan’s jaw. “Let me stay a bit. I like it here. Snug.”
Luhan shot Minseok a look, before deciding that pulling back to properly judge him took too much effort, instead laughed into Minseok’s sweaty collarbones.
They laid there, too blissed out in post-coital to really find any motivation to move, their heat mingling with the heady scent of sex suspended in the air.
Luhan broke the silence with a quiet, “What were you saying?”
Blinking, Minseok idily traced a circle on Luhan’s arm. “Saying what?”
“You know, when you were fucking me.”
Minseok just chuckled in Luhan’s ear, snorting, “Real delicate, Luhan.”
Rolling his eyes, even though he knew that Minseok couldn’t see Luhan said, “Just answer the question.”
“Mine,” Minseok said, his circles getting tighter and tighter, “I was saying mine, only mine.” Minseok’s fingers wrapped tightly around Luhan’s arm as though he was afraid that Luhan would suddenly floating away.
Something choked in Luhan’s throat and he sucked in a harsh breath before blinking. “Yes. Yes, all yours.”
Relaxing, Minseok nudged Luhan off him. Luhan protested at the careless movement, but let his body flop into the sheets. “You’re too hot,” Minseok quipped at Luhan’s pout.
“I know I am.”
“Shut up, Luhan. I’m going to get an ice cream. Manager Lee should be asleep by now. Do you want one?” Minseok asked, rolling out of bed and slipping back into the clothes they came in.
Propping himself up on one elbow, Luhan made a noise of no thanks, eyes staring at his phone.
Minseok slipped out of the door with the sound of Luhan playing a mobile game behind him. Chuckling to himself, he made off to the nearest convenience store, praying there wouldn’t be one too far.
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“Han?” Minseok softly whispered in the dark of the hotel room. He had taken longer than he had expected to find the nearest store and it was highly probable that Luhan had fallen asleep before he came back home.
A moan was not the sound he had expected to hear in response. “What the-” Minseok flicked on the room lights, the scene in front of him lighting up.
Red filled his vision, seeing Luhan underneath Sehun, spread eagle, legs open prettily, moans spilling out prettily and the last that he sees is his hand wrapping around a pair of the hotel’s scissors, the word MINE roaring through his head.
He had it coming.
Title: It Takes Two to Tango: Lipschitz
Paring: Chen/Lay
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 189
“Artistic differences,” Jongdae curtly said in response.
“What?”
“Artistic differences,” Jongdae repeated, as though the police officer was stupid.
“You killed him because of artistic differences?”
“Well, see here. Yixing was an artist. He often went out to find himself, you know, one of those mysterious ones who wandered for inspiration. The only problem is that, along the way, he found Tiffany, Minseon, Luna, and Yifan. So we broke up,” Jongdae explained, a casual manner to his recalling, fingers brushing slowly along the edge of the table.
The adjacent police officer didn’t say anything.
The pale man sighed, shaking his head sadly. “I love him. I loved him too much.”
The police officer looked like he wanted to bolt, eyes sliding uneasily to the door.
“But we had to break up because of our artistic differences,” Jongdae exhales, almost sounding regretful. “He saw himself as alive.” His eyes snap up and there’s a sick anticipation in his eyes like he’s about to deliver the punchline to a joke.
The corners of the handcuffed man’s lips curl up before purring out, “And I saw him dead.”