of new beginnings and old familiarity
of new beginnings and old familiarity
Baekhyun/Lay
Fluff; hard R
3,012 words.
Yixing and Baekhyun have a paint fight when they're supposed to be decorating their new apartment. Oh, and they have sex. AU.
It’s five minutes ‘til five when Yixing lets himself into the new apartment he and Baekhyun had recently bought. The smell of empty rooms and unlived in spaces wafts toward him, and he can’t help but smile - he’s excited to finally own a place he can call his own, and the cans of paint sitting in the corner of the living room remind him today’s finally it. Today, they’ll be putting the first brushes of their lives onto the walls.
He turns when the door opens, and Baekhyun runs in, lower half of his face buried in his scarf, glasses falling off the bridge of the red nose peeking through the top fold. Yixing silently holds out a cup of coffee, as a sort of apology for earlier this morning, when he’d caused Baekhyun to drop his coffee from a snowball to the neck. There’s a brief moment when Baekhyun just stares at him before he breaks into a smile and takes the latte.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun chuckles as he cups the coffee between his hands.
Yixing shakes his head and hums a no problem, you’re welcome. He leans against the wall and follows Baekhyun with his eyes as he wanders around. Sometimes he thinks Baekhyun is the cutest person he’s ever laid eyes on, but other times like now, Yixing can’t help but simply stop and take in the view of his boyfriend, with his slight eyes and wide, bright smile, and think he’s lucky to have him. When Baekhyun glances at him and jumps (obviously he just noticed him staring), Yixing laughs - there goes the moment. But it’s okay, he thinks. There will be many more to come.
“Stop staring at me,” Baekhyun whines. “You’re making me think there’s something on my face.”
Raising his hands in surrender, Yixing pushes off from the wall and heads towards the cans of paint: slate gray for Baekhyun’s office, purple for his, and black and white for their bedroom. Those were the first colors they decided on; colors for the rest of the apartment can wait. “Which one do you want to start on first? I vote for my office.”
Baekhyun swallows the last mouthfuls of coffee before he answers. “Why don’t we do the bedroom first? My rent is ending in a few days, so I would like to be able to move in before then. We can always do the rest of the place after.”
“All right. I’ll bring the cans; you can bring in the brushes!”
--
They finish with the bedroom in an hour and a half, and Yixing’s already prying open the other two cans when Baekhyun finds him.
“Yixing, do you want food? I can order some takeaway from the restaurant right around the corner.”
“Do you want to? I was thinking of going out to Manhattan for this really good Indian place I went to recently with Lu Han,” Yixing replies, wiping his hands with the front of his jeans.
“Go out looking like this?” Baekhyun laughs as he gestures to his dirty clothing. “No thanks. I think I’d rather stick to decent Chinese take-out.”
Yixing has to bite his lip. “Right. I totally forgot about the clothing issue.”
“I know you did.”
--
Yixing’s on his tiptoes, reaching up to paint the uppermost corner of his office. He’s trying his best to not overbalance and land on the still wet wall - nothing like having purple paint all over your front to attract weird stares on the street - when a hot puff of air hits his right ear. He yelps and has to take a few quick steps to the left in order to avoid smearing his face. There’s no running water in the apartment yet, but they’ve brought up a couple water bottles with the stated purpose of being consumed during moments of thirst. Yixing doesn’t think washing his face counts.
He whips around, and Baekhyun is already a few feet away, standing safely underneath the doorway, a grin tilting his mouth as he jumps up and down on the balls of his feet. “May I ask what that was for?” Yixing queries.
“Guess.”
Yixing groans and covers his eyes with the crook of his elbow. “I thought we were good with this morning! I couldn’t help myself when I saw you come out of Starbucks during my lunch break. Besides, I already apologized,” he grumbles.
Baekhyun just shrugs and grins even wider, and when Yixing sees him slowly bring out his hands from behind his back, a slight ripple of apprehension runs down his back. He would back away, but he’s already as close to the wall as he could get without being utterly plastered to wet paint. Yixing covertly adjusts his grip on his roller, making sure he has a secure grip, and laughs, “Baekhyun, please. This isn’t fair, my back is basically on the wall!”
“Hmm…” Baekhyun draws out the sound and considers for a moment. “Fine. I’ll be in the living room. Don’t think about running away, Yixing,” he threatens as he walks backward.
“Where would I run away to? You’re going to block the door anyway,” Yixing mutters. As soon as Baekhyun is out of sight, Yixing rushes over to the paint tray and covers his roller with a few more layers of purple. If he’s going to have to get slate gray paint all over him, well, he’s going to make sure Baekhyun is coated with enough purple that it’s going to take ages in the shower to wash off.
--
He’s smacked right in the chest the moment he turns into the living room. It takes Yixing a second to absorb the fact that Baekhyun cheated, that bastard, and that there’s a handprint in the middle of his t-shirt. He slowly raises his head and gives Baekhyun the most serious glare he could manage - hard to glare when he’s trying not to laugh and jump the guy - and lifts the roller in his hands, making sure to bring the paint on it to his attention.
“Oooh, so scary,” Baekhyun taunts. “It’s not like I don’t have a weapon of my own.” He wiggles the brush in his left hand.
They stand still for a minute, maybe two, both trying to guess the exact instant the other will make a move - a car honks outside, and the two of them charge at the other at the same time, one hand holding a painting utensil, the other coated in the battle color of their choice.
Baekhyun manages to slip his hand around Yixing to squeeze a butt cheek; Yixing manages to stuff his hand down Baekhyun’s shirt. With his hand giving him the leverage he needs, Yixing’s able to pull him closer and slowly, wickedly run his roller down his cheek despite Baekhyun’s best efforts to dislodge him.
The coldness of the wet paint makes Baekhyun squirm, and some of it drips down his face onto his neck. It just makes him wriggle more. “Stop, stop, I give up,” he moans.
Yixing laughs and steals a kiss. “That’s what I thought. Never pick a fight with someone taller than you,” he teases as he lets go.
“Why, because he’s right at the perfect angle to stick his hand down my shirt?”
“Yup.”
Baekhyun scoffs.
--
The doorbell rings ten minutes later, and Yixing looks on, amused, as Baekhyun rushes to open the door. He was in such a rush that he forgets to take his wallet from beneath the jackets piled on the floor, and Yixing has to get it for him before walking up and poking his side. “How much do we owe you?” he asks the delivery boy.
He imagines that he somehow has paint on his face, judging from the way the boy is gawking at him. He holds out a twenty when the boy finally manages to mumble a number - “Keep the change. Thank you!” - and wrestles the door from Baekhyun’s grasp before shutting the door quietly, the aroma of food floating up to tease their stomachs.
--
Sprawled on the floor of the soon-to-be bedroom, stomach filled and the taste of orange chicken lingering in his mouth, Yixing is drowsing, the heat of the apartment tempting him to sleep. The paint on his clothes is crusting, making parts of his body itchy and uncomfortable, but right now, he just doesn’t care. He’s too content.
Footsteps pad in, and a soft chuckle drifts down from where he’s standing. “You look really comfortable.”
“I am,” Yixing replies, words coming out soft and dreamy. “Come down and join me.”
Baekhyun lowers himself down to the floor and curls himself into Yixing’s side, head resting on his shoulder. That’s always been his favorite position, and Yixing can feel his body slightly adjusting itself to fit next to Baekhyun’s even more - three years of dating, and his body already knows the best positions so that even in sleep, he can still feel the heat of Baekhyun next to him. It’s something he’d never considered being able to have, four years ago. He’d been too focused on his music, and Baekhyun had been too busy with his large group of friends. Yixing had never considered that four years down the line, they would be lying on the floor of their first apartment together, happily breathing in the toxic smell of paint.
Baekhyun shifts a little, and his hand finds Yixing’s. His hand is warm and slightly sticky from food, but Yixing clasps it tightly. “Did you ever think,” he murmurs, “that we would’ve made it this far, back when we first started dating?”
There’s a huff against his shoulder. “No way. You were way too serious, and all I wanted was a quick fling. I was just interested in the famous Yixing the musician.”
“Famous? Really? And here I thought no one cared for my music.”
“Nah, you were pretty famous around campus. People who ended up inspiring your songs inevitably got searched up and -”
“Wait.” Yixing draws back a little to look down at Baekhyun’s face. “Did that happen to you?”
Baekhyun brings up his free hand and squeezes his fingers together in a just a little sign in front of his face. “It was fine. I was popular back then, remember?” he teases. “Otherwise I would’ve gone crazy when the batshit fangirls started stalking me.”
Yixing settles back down with a sigh. “Right. Have a belated apology from me for that.”
Baekhyun’s body shakes with laughter. “You’re on a roll with the apologies today, Yixing.”
“I can’t help it when the day just seems to call for them.” He cuddles closer and drapes his hand over Baekhyun’s neck.
“Don’t tickle me,” Baekhyun warns, voice muffled in Yixing’s shirt.
“I won’t, don’t worry. I’m feeling too lazy,” Yixing softly says.
--
They lie on the floor for a long while before Yixing’s finger begins to move by itself, languidly drawing small circles on Baekhyun’s neck. The shiver from Baekhyun wakes Yixing up a bit, and he realizes what he’s doing. He presses his lips together in an attempt to stop himself from grinning, but he can’t find it in himself to stop his finger.
Baekhyun lets his finger continue moving for a few moments before he speaks up. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to retaliate.”
The finger pauses.
Another finger begins to move, shifting lightly back and forth on the same piece of skin.
“Yixing.”
It stops.
His thumb starts to rub Baekhyun’s Adam’s apple, gently tracing the skin around the bob and exploring its movement when Baekhyun swallows.
When Baekhyun shifts to move closer, Yixing does his best to move away, refusing to let Baekhyun gain access to his neck, but Baekhyun is too fast, wet tongue licking a path down his neck before he realizes what Baekhyun’s doing. He jumps and quickly takes his hand away from Baekhyun’s neck.
Instead, he leans forward and sucks Baekhyun’s earlobe into his mouth, and enjoys the sudden stillness that takes over Baekhyun’s body. A quick bite and Yixing lets go to look at Baekhyun’s face.
His eyes are closed, bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. There is a slight flush of arousal on his cheekbones, and Yixing can’t help but start at Baekhyun’s ears and trace the flush down his face with his mouth, landing on Baekhyun’s mouth at the end. It’s a soft meeting, filled with warmth and intimacy, as familiar as home. Yixing can still taste the spices from their dinner, and it makes him remember several nights like this, spent kissing in front of his fireplace as they explored each other. He bites down on Baekhyun’s bottom lip, and Baekhyun returns the favor. The tangle of tongues is expected, almost predictable - they have a rhythm now, after three years - but Yixing loves it anyway, simply because of the way it makes him feel wrapped up in the tenderness that comes so easily to Baekhyun.
And then the trailing down Baekhyun’s jaw: each and every time he does it, Baekhyun’s breathing gets louder and less regular, as the anticipation winds him tighter. A few seconds of hot breaths in his ear and blowing on the paths his tongue leaves on Baekhyun’s neck, and Baekhyun flips him over, face rosy and lips swollen from his own nibbling, to bend down to Yixing’s neck.
It’s a given that both of them spend time on each other’s neck; the first time they had sex, both of them had made the startling discovery of the other’s sensitive neck. They know how pleasurable it feels to have their necks played with, and so neither of them gives up the chance to drive up the other’s arousal.
Baekhyun likes to trace words on Yixing’s neck, and he can never tell exactly what Baekhyun’s writing as he’s too distracted by the sensations. He winds his arms around Baekhyun and draws him down to rest right on top - he then wraps his legs around him as well, and the feeling of their cocks brushing together through their jeans makes both Yixing and Baekhyun moan. He tilts his hips up and rocks back and forth, the friction causing his boxer briefs to rub against his cock, spiraling his arousal even more.
By now, Baekhyun has stopped playing with Yixing’s neck, simply resting on the hands splayed out on the two sides of Yixing’s head. “I don’t think we should do this now,” he moans. “No lube, no tissues, no water.”
Yixing slants his head up to lick the curve of Baekhyun’s ear. The shiver that runs down Baekhyun’s body results in the slightest touch against his cock, and he shudders almost immediately after Baekhyun. “We don’t have to fuck,” he whispers in Baekhyun’s ear. “We could just rub against each other.”
The whisper causes Baekhyun to moan. “We haven’t done that in a while,” Baekhyun bites out. “But we have no tissues.”
“We do. There’s a few left over from dinner,” Yixing breathes. Another lick, and Baekhyun’s collapsing, arms now too weak to support him. Yixing turns him over and runs his hand down the lines of Baekhyun’s body. Specks of dried paint catch his attention, and he frowns, just now remembering the paint crusting his hands. “Wait, maybe not. The paint on our hands is going to hurt.”
He’s about to lift himself up when Baekhyun uses his belt loops to jerk him back on top. “Then let’s just rub through our jeans,” he whimpers, sweat running down the side of his hair. “I’m not going to complain.”
Yixing hesitates for a split second, and Baekhyun takes that moment to place his hand on Yixing’s cock. Yixing takes a sharp intake of a breath and can’t seem to be able to breathe it out - Baekhyun’s fingers are tracing the outline of his cock through the denim, knowing precisely where Yixing’s most sensitive spots are. He squeezes the very tip, and Yixing can’t take it anymore; he reaches down to Baekhyun’s balls, rubbing the heel of his hand against them as his fingers stretch up to stroke the shaft. Baekhyun bucks a bit, and Yixing has to laugh. “How are you still so sensitive?”
“I’m not sensitive. You just know my body too well,” Baekhyun pants. “Now shut up and stop looming above me. I want your hips on mine.”
Yixing pauses to glance at Baekhyun’s face. He doesn’t even remember the amount of times they’ve been in this position, but somehow, this time feels special, almost as if it was a confirmation of all the time they’ve spent together until it culminated in this very moment, in this very room and apartment. Leaning down, he kisses Baekhyun and tries to impart what he’s feeling, without any words for fear of ruining the moment. He thinks Baekhyun gets it when he smiles against his lips and wraps his arms around Yixing’s head, legs rising to twine around his hips.
It’s familiarity that aligns their cocks together, even when there are two layers of denim in the middle - they fall into a pace that has become almost instinctual, a constant push-and-retreat rhythm designed to bring them both to the edge at the same time. Baekhyun comes first with Yixing sucking on his neck, and Yixing follows soon after, shuddering as Baekhyun delicately strokes his neck.
The squish of come in both their jeans is an uncomfortable sensation, but they can’t be bothered to move, too satisfied and too comfortable to move away. Yixing slightly lifts himself up, but Baekhyun whines at the back of his throat at the movement, and tightens his limbs around Yixing. “Let go,” Yixing whispers. “I just want to go get the tissues.”
“No,” Baekhyun grumbles. “I’m falling asleep, and I don’t want to move.” The pout is so very obvious in his voice. “Wake me in five minutes,” Baekhyun suddenly sleepily mumbles. “Then we can run to your place to shower off and sleep. God, I can’t wait until we move in.”
Yixing hums and hides a watery smile against Baekhyun’s neck.
would anyone be interested in the prequel to this? thank you for reading ♥
Baekhyun/Lay
Fluff; hard R
3,012 words.
Yixing and Baekhyun have a paint fight when they're supposed to be decorating their new apartment. Oh, and they have sex. AU.
It’s five minutes ‘til five when Yixing lets himself into the new apartment he and Baekhyun had recently bought. The smell of empty rooms and unlived in spaces wafts toward him, and he can’t help but smile - he’s excited to finally own a place he can call his own, and the cans of paint sitting in the corner of the living room remind him today’s finally it. Today, they’ll be putting the first brushes of their lives onto the walls.
He turns when the door opens, and Baekhyun runs in, lower half of his face buried in his scarf, glasses falling off the bridge of the red nose peeking through the top fold. Yixing silently holds out a cup of coffee, as a sort of apology for earlier this morning, when he’d caused Baekhyun to drop his coffee from a snowball to the neck. There’s a brief moment when Baekhyun just stares at him before he breaks into a smile and takes the latte.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun chuckles as he cups the coffee between his hands.
Yixing shakes his head and hums a no problem, you’re welcome. He leans against the wall and follows Baekhyun with his eyes as he wanders around. Sometimes he thinks Baekhyun is the cutest person he’s ever laid eyes on, but other times like now, Yixing can’t help but simply stop and take in the view of his boyfriend, with his slight eyes and wide, bright smile, and think he’s lucky to have him. When Baekhyun glances at him and jumps (obviously he just noticed him staring), Yixing laughs - there goes the moment. But it’s okay, he thinks. There will be many more to come.
“Stop staring at me,” Baekhyun whines. “You’re making me think there’s something on my face.”
Raising his hands in surrender, Yixing pushes off from the wall and heads towards the cans of paint: slate gray for Baekhyun’s office, purple for his, and black and white for their bedroom. Those were the first colors they decided on; colors for the rest of the apartment can wait. “Which one do you want to start on first? I vote for my office.”
Baekhyun swallows the last mouthfuls of coffee before he answers. “Why don’t we do the bedroom first? My rent is ending in a few days, so I would like to be able to move in before then. We can always do the rest of the place after.”
“All right. I’ll bring the cans; you can bring in the brushes!”
--
They finish with the bedroom in an hour and a half, and Yixing’s already prying open the other two cans when Baekhyun finds him.
“Yixing, do you want food? I can order some takeaway from the restaurant right around the corner.”
“Do you want to? I was thinking of going out to Manhattan for this really good Indian place I went to recently with Lu Han,” Yixing replies, wiping his hands with the front of his jeans.
“Go out looking like this?” Baekhyun laughs as he gestures to his dirty clothing. “No thanks. I think I’d rather stick to decent Chinese take-out.”
Yixing has to bite his lip. “Right. I totally forgot about the clothing issue.”
“I know you did.”
--
Yixing’s on his tiptoes, reaching up to paint the uppermost corner of his office. He’s trying his best to not overbalance and land on the still wet wall - nothing like having purple paint all over your front to attract weird stares on the street - when a hot puff of air hits his right ear. He yelps and has to take a few quick steps to the left in order to avoid smearing his face. There’s no running water in the apartment yet, but they’ve brought up a couple water bottles with the stated purpose of being consumed during moments of thirst. Yixing doesn’t think washing his face counts.
He whips around, and Baekhyun is already a few feet away, standing safely underneath the doorway, a grin tilting his mouth as he jumps up and down on the balls of his feet. “May I ask what that was for?” Yixing queries.
“Guess.”
Yixing groans and covers his eyes with the crook of his elbow. “I thought we were good with this morning! I couldn’t help myself when I saw you come out of Starbucks during my lunch break. Besides, I already apologized,” he grumbles.
Baekhyun just shrugs and grins even wider, and when Yixing sees him slowly bring out his hands from behind his back, a slight ripple of apprehension runs down his back. He would back away, but he’s already as close to the wall as he could get without being utterly plastered to wet paint. Yixing covertly adjusts his grip on his roller, making sure he has a secure grip, and laughs, “Baekhyun, please. This isn’t fair, my back is basically on the wall!”
“Hmm…” Baekhyun draws out the sound and considers for a moment. “Fine. I’ll be in the living room. Don’t think about running away, Yixing,” he threatens as he walks backward.
“Where would I run away to? You’re going to block the door anyway,” Yixing mutters. As soon as Baekhyun is out of sight, Yixing rushes over to the paint tray and covers his roller with a few more layers of purple. If he’s going to have to get slate gray paint all over him, well, he’s going to make sure Baekhyun is coated with enough purple that it’s going to take ages in the shower to wash off.
--
He’s smacked right in the chest the moment he turns into the living room. It takes Yixing a second to absorb the fact that Baekhyun cheated, that bastard, and that there’s a handprint in the middle of his t-shirt. He slowly raises his head and gives Baekhyun the most serious glare he could manage - hard to glare when he’s trying not to laugh and jump the guy - and lifts the roller in his hands, making sure to bring the paint on it to his attention.
“Oooh, so scary,” Baekhyun taunts. “It’s not like I don’t have a weapon of my own.” He wiggles the brush in his left hand.
They stand still for a minute, maybe two, both trying to guess the exact instant the other will make a move - a car honks outside, and the two of them charge at the other at the same time, one hand holding a painting utensil, the other coated in the battle color of their choice.
Baekhyun manages to slip his hand around Yixing to squeeze a butt cheek; Yixing manages to stuff his hand down Baekhyun’s shirt. With his hand giving him the leverage he needs, Yixing’s able to pull him closer and slowly, wickedly run his roller down his cheek despite Baekhyun’s best efforts to dislodge him.
The coldness of the wet paint makes Baekhyun squirm, and some of it drips down his face onto his neck. It just makes him wriggle more. “Stop, stop, I give up,” he moans.
Yixing laughs and steals a kiss. “That’s what I thought. Never pick a fight with someone taller than you,” he teases as he lets go.
“Why, because he’s right at the perfect angle to stick his hand down my shirt?”
“Yup.”
Baekhyun scoffs.
--
The doorbell rings ten minutes later, and Yixing looks on, amused, as Baekhyun rushes to open the door. He was in such a rush that he forgets to take his wallet from beneath the jackets piled on the floor, and Yixing has to get it for him before walking up and poking his side. “How much do we owe you?” he asks the delivery boy.
He imagines that he somehow has paint on his face, judging from the way the boy is gawking at him. He holds out a twenty when the boy finally manages to mumble a number - “Keep the change. Thank you!” - and wrestles the door from Baekhyun’s grasp before shutting the door quietly, the aroma of food floating up to tease their stomachs.
--
Sprawled on the floor of the soon-to-be bedroom, stomach filled and the taste of orange chicken lingering in his mouth, Yixing is drowsing, the heat of the apartment tempting him to sleep. The paint on his clothes is crusting, making parts of his body itchy and uncomfortable, but right now, he just doesn’t care. He’s too content.
Footsteps pad in, and a soft chuckle drifts down from where he’s standing. “You look really comfortable.”
“I am,” Yixing replies, words coming out soft and dreamy. “Come down and join me.”
Baekhyun lowers himself down to the floor and curls himself into Yixing’s side, head resting on his shoulder. That’s always been his favorite position, and Yixing can feel his body slightly adjusting itself to fit next to Baekhyun’s even more - three years of dating, and his body already knows the best positions so that even in sleep, he can still feel the heat of Baekhyun next to him. It’s something he’d never considered being able to have, four years ago. He’d been too focused on his music, and Baekhyun had been too busy with his large group of friends. Yixing had never considered that four years down the line, they would be lying on the floor of their first apartment together, happily breathing in the toxic smell of paint.
Baekhyun shifts a little, and his hand finds Yixing’s. His hand is warm and slightly sticky from food, but Yixing clasps it tightly. “Did you ever think,” he murmurs, “that we would’ve made it this far, back when we first started dating?”
There’s a huff against his shoulder. “No way. You were way too serious, and all I wanted was a quick fling. I was just interested in the famous Yixing the musician.”
“Famous? Really? And here I thought no one cared for my music.”
“Nah, you were pretty famous around campus. People who ended up inspiring your songs inevitably got searched up and -”
“Wait.” Yixing draws back a little to look down at Baekhyun’s face. “Did that happen to you?”
Baekhyun brings up his free hand and squeezes his fingers together in a just a little sign in front of his face. “It was fine. I was popular back then, remember?” he teases. “Otherwise I would’ve gone crazy when the batshit fangirls started stalking me.”
Yixing settles back down with a sigh. “Right. Have a belated apology from me for that.”
Baekhyun’s body shakes with laughter. “You’re on a roll with the apologies today, Yixing.”
“I can’t help it when the day just seems to call for them.” He cuddles closer and drapes his hand over Baekhyun’s neck.
“Don’t tickle me,” Baekhyun warns, voice muffled in Yixing’s shirt.
“I won’t, don’t worry. I’m feeling too lazy,” Yixing softly says.
--
They lie on the floor for a long while before Yixing’s finger begins to move by itself, languidly drawing small circles on Baekhyun’s neck. The shiver from Baekhyun wakes Yixing up a bit, and he realizes what he’s doing. He presses his lips together in an attempt to stop himself from grinning, but he can’t find it in himself to stop his finger.
Baekhyun lets his finger continue moving for a few moments before he speaks up. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to retaliate.”
The finger pauses.
Another finger begins to move, shifting lightly back and forth on the same piece of skin.
“Yixing.”
It stops.
His thumb starts to rub Baekhyun’s Adam’s apple, gently tracing the skin around the bob and exploring its movement when Baekhyun swallows.
When Baekhyun shifts to move closer, Yixing does his best to move away, refusing to let Baekhyun gain access to his neck, but Baekhyun is too fast, wet tongue licking a path down his neck before he realizes what Baekhyun’s doing. He jumps and quickly takes his hand away from Baekhyun’s neck.
Instead, he leans forward and sucks Baekhyun’s earlobe into his mouth, and enjoys the sudden stillness that takes over Baekhyun’s body. A quick bite and Yixing lets go to look at Baekhyun’s face.
His eyes are closed, bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. There is a slight flush of arousal on his cheekbones, and Yixing can’t help but start at Baekhyun’s ears and trace the flush down his face with his mouth, landing on Baekhyun’s mouth at the end. It’s a soft meeting, filled with warmth and intimacy, as familiar as home. Yixing can still taste the spices from their dinner, and it makes him remember several nights like this, spent kissing in front of his fireplace as they explored each other. He bites down on Baekhyun’s bottom lip, and Baekhyun returns the favor. The tangle of tongues is expected, almost predictable - they have a rhythm now, after three years - but Yixing loves it anyway, simply because of the way it makes him feel wrapped up in the tenderness that comes so easily to Baekhyun.
And then the trailing down Baekhyun’s jaw: each and every time he does it, Baekhyun’s breathing gets louder and less regular, as the anticipation winds him tighter. A few seconds of hot breaths in his ear and blowing on the paths his tongue leaves on Baekhyun’s neck, and Baekhyun flips him over, face rosy and lips swollen from his own nibbling, to bend down to Yixing’s neck.
It’s a given that both of them spend time on each other’s neck; the first time they had sex, both of them had made the startling discovery of the other’s sensitive neck. They know how pleasurable it feels to have their necks played with, and so neither of them gives up the chance to drive up the other’s arousal.
Baekhyun likes to trace words on Yixing’s neck, and he can never tell exactly what Baekhyun’s writing as he’s too distracted by the sensations. He winds his arms around Baekhyun and draws him down to rest right on top - he then wraps his legs around him as well, and the feeling of their cocks brushing together through their jeans makes both Yixing and Baekhyun moan. He tilts his hips up and rocks back and forth, the friction causing his boxer briefs to rub against his cock, spiraling his arousal even more.
By now, Baekhyun has stopped playing with Yixing’s neck, simply resting on the hands splayed out on the two sides of Yixing’s head. “I don’t think we should do this now,” he moans. “No lube, no tissues, no water.”
Yixing slants his head up to lick the curve of Baekhyun’s ear. The shiver that runs down Baekhyun’s body results in the slightest touch against his cock, and he shudders almost immediately after Baekhyun. “We don’t have to fuck,” he whispers in Baekhyun’s ear. “We could just rub against each other.”
The whisper causes Baekhyun to moan. “We haven’t done that in a while,” Baekhyun bites out. “But we have no tissues.”
“We do. There’s a few left over from dinner,” Yixing breathes. Another lick, and Baekhyun’s collapsing, arms now too weak to support him. Yixing turns him over and runs his hand down the lines of Baekhyun’s body. Specks of dried paint catch his attention, and he frowns, just now remembering the paint crusting his hands. “Wait, maybe not. The paint on our hands is going to hurt.”
He’s about to lift himself up when Baekhyun uses his belt loops to jerk him back on top. “Then let’s just rub through our jeans,” he whimpers, sweat running down the side of his hair. “I’m not going to complain.”
Yixing hesitates for a split second, and Baekhyun takes that moment to place his hand on Yixing’s cock. Yixing takes a sharp intake of a breath and can’t seem to be able to breathe it out - Baekhyun’s fingers are tracing the outline of his cock through the denim, knowing precisely where Yixing’s most sensitive spots are. He squeezes the very tip, and Yixing can’t take it anymore; he reaches down to Baekhyun’s balls, rubbing the heel of his hand against them as his fingers stretch up to stroke the shaft. Baekhyun bucks a bit, and Yixing has to laugh. “How are you still so sensitive?”
“I’m not sensitive. You just know my body too well,” Baekhyun pants. “Now shut up and stop looming above me. I want your hips on mine.”
Yixing pauses to glance at Baekhyun’s face. He doesn’t even remember the amount of times they’ve been in this position, but somehow, this time feels special, almost as if it was a confirmation of all the time they’ve spent together until it culminated in this very moment, in this very room and apartment. Leaning down, he kisses Baekhyun and tries to impart what he’s feeling, without any words for fear of ruining the moment. He thinks Baekhyun gets it when he smiles against his lips and wraps his arms around Yixing’s head, legs rising to twine around his hips.
It’s familiarity that aligns their cocks together, even when there are two layers of denim in the middle - they fall into a pace that has become almost instinctual, a constant push-and-retreat rhythm designed to bring them both to the edge at the same time. Baekhyun comes first with Yixing sucking on his neck, and Yixing follows soon after, shuddering as Baekhyun delicately strokes his neck.
The squish of come in both their jeans is an uncomfortable sensation, but they can’t be bothered to move, too satisfied and too comfortable to move away. Yixing slightly lifts himself up, but Baekhyun whines at the back of his throat at the movement, and tightens his limbs around Yixing. “Let go,” Yixing whispers. “I just want to go get the tissues.”
“No,” Baekhyun grumbles. “I’m falling asleep, and I don’t want to move.” The pout is so very obvious in his voice. “Wake me in five minutes,” Baekhyun suddenly sleepily mumbles. “Then we can run to your place to shower off and sleep. God, I can’t wait until we move in.”
Yixing hums and hides a watery smile against Baekhyun’s neck.
would anyone be interested in the prequel to this? thank you for reading ♥