six OTPs pr0n...
all set in one night, everything happens at the same time, different techniques, and some of you did say i write cough decent cough porn.
so.
p.s. comments are encouraged. nothing matters for me but comments. well, snickers, too.
have a nice day, dude *waves you a bunch of tissues*
“i have an idea,” jongin crooks his middle finger, but it’s only brushing that tiny bundle of pleasure inside and sehun just blinks his watering eyes in confusion.
he reaches to tug jongin down, demanding a kiss and more fingers. jongin smirks, pulls his finger out, and drags a very needy sehun to the body length mirror situated right behind their shared hotel room’s door.
jongin bites on sehun’s sweaty nape, guides sehun’s arms to support their weights on the mirror, and whispers, “look,” and as sehun does, he squeezes sehun’s half hard cock fully awake.
“i kind of want you to be paler,” jongin’s hands move to rest on sehun’s narrow hips, rolling his very own naked erection against sehun’s ass, smirking.
“we’re so perfect like this.”
sehun gasps, can’t form coherent words because it’s true; their skins are contrasting under the dim fluorescent lighting, his pink lips being the nice addition of it all while jongin’s sharp gaze is too hypnotising that he obeys the silent command.
he keeps his eyes open.
usually, jongin doesn’t talk much during sex. sehun doesn’t either, he vocalizes his desperation with biting his bottom lip, gasping, dragging his nails to leave angry red marks, mewling-“like a girl,” jongin had said and sehun was giving him cold shoulders for days and eventually he admitted that he was jealous. jongin had laughed out loud, saying that sehun’s jealousy was so cute since, “i meant pornstar, sehun-ah.”
this time though, jongin seems to be in the mood to make a small talk.
“how many?” he ghosts his lubed fingers on sehun’s ass crack, his other hand is around sehun’s waist to bend him slightly.
sehun answers straight to their reflections, “d-dry.”
“can i spread lube to my cock?” jongin smears his lubed fingers to his erection while pushing the tip in teasingly. sehun doesn’t mean to glare at jongin, but he’s getting impatient; they’re going to have a final rehearsal in six hours for their across nation exo’s second mini album promotion. firstly, they don’t have much time to sleep and secondly, it’s been almost a month.
“hyung,” sehun purposefully steps on jongin’s toes, “a. fucking. month.”
“right,” jongin has the gut to chuckle, and sehun is about to whine again but then jongin strokes his cock furiously and his visibly darkened eyes are too much as he pushespushespushes until his cock is fully snug.
sehun forgets to breathe.
“okay?” jongin rocks forward once, testing his not-really-boyfriend’s tight cavern tolerance.
sehun rocks backward twice, and jongin gets the message, “my princess is horny,” he grins before pulling out and then slamming back in, repeat, and by now sehun is having a hard time looking at himself; flushing red from his face to his heaving chest (his nipples are erect, too), the slowly revealing fingerprints on his hips, his leaking cock, the delicious quivering of his thin legs, and of course, kim jongin.
“like what you see?” jongin runs his left hand to sehun’s chest, his fasthard thrusting never falters just like his sharp gaze.
sehun nods like a ragged doll, meeting jongin’s addictive cock halfway, eyelashes fluttering dangerously, his palms are getting slippery against the condensed mirror.
“how about this?” jongin rubs his right nipple with his thumb and sehun shouts.
“whoops, sehunnie, can’t be too loud can’t close your eyes,” jongin bites the nearest skin available, a warning, and begins to play with sehun’s nipples; twirling, pulling, rubbing, pinching-and sehun has to rest his head on jongin’s right shoulder to blink back tears.
“hyung!” he grimaces when a particular thrust hitting his prostrate is in sync with the pinching on his nipple. he clenches his sore and hot muscles and jongin growls low in his ear.
jongin speeds up his thrusts, abandoning sehun’s abused nipples to shift his footing, bruising sehun’s hips even more, and muttering that one day, he’s going to set up cameras for his personal collection whenever his libido is acting up and sehun is nowhere near him so he can jack off to sehun’s everything; preferably he’s going to film, to zoom in on sehun’s pretty face while giving him a blowjob, when i shoot my cum on that face of yours, my pretty princess, and when i fuck you into oblivion after.
“say my name,” jongin is thisclose, sehun knows, and jongin loves it very much when he gets sehun to chant his name like a mantra.
“jongin,” sehun swallows at the first try, jongin’s precome is mixing with lube and sweat inside, and the sensation is nothing new but still.
“jongin.”
jongin loses it, he crushes sehun’s front against the mirror as he comes; gripping sehun’s hips until they hurt but sehun is numb anyway because the coldness slowly crawling on his skin is minimising the pain. his stomach area feels slimy as his own leaking cock almost reaches its limit.
jongin thrusts some more to get rid off of his cum completely inside, grunting because sehun’s ass clenches unclenches clenches unclenches and he only stops when sehun whines tiredly,
“make me come, hyung.”
“sure thing, princess,” jongin answers without missing a beat, massaging sehun’s cock, excruciatingly taking his time to caress every protruding veins and fondle with sehun’s heavy balls.
sehun curses. jongin fakes a disapproval and pushes a finger to sehun’s tender hole, moves his hand from sehun’s cock to the waiting nipples, and again, he takes his time to fingerfuck sehun like a cruel beast that he is.
“hyung, fuck,” sehun moans, “why?”
“look at you,” jongin kisses a bruise on his nape, “you’re an art. i can never take my eyes off of you.”
sehun blushes some more, if that’s even possible, and he finally comes after jongin rubs his nipples with unnecessary strength, biting his bottom lip as he watches himself crumble under jongin’s mercy. jongin sends him a blinding smile, seemingly thankful-for what though, sehun has no idea. he turns, winces as warm cum is seeping out of his hole, and jongin kisses him silly until he chuckles and says that he can close his eyes now.
sehun does, savouring jongin’s kiss, and lets jongin carry him to the bed then spoon him from behind and he even lets jongin praise him for the last time, closing the embarrassing sappy moments for the day with a sweet, “i love you so much,” and sehun makes a mental note to help jongin by replying shyly that he, too, loves him.
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“they’re probably fucking right now.”
jongdae sniffs.
“all of them,” yixing is still zapping through the cable channels, though, as he comments on their bandmates’ ‘activities’.
“that’s why mana-hyung put us in one room,” yixing continues, settling on a cooking channel.
jongdae nods to his lap, gnawing at his bottom lip because what is the older boy trying to say? this is getting uncomfortable. jongdae doesn’t mind the fact that the other ten members are fucking each other, no, he’s perfectly fine with it. it’s healthier that way, right, rather than to sleeping around with willing fans and strangers? sure, they should always use condoms to prevent-
ew, kim jongdae, you’re not imagining things, okay?
“ge, i’m going to grab-”
“how about we have sex, too?”
jongdae sniffs, again.
“what?” he doesn’t dare to look at yixing in the eye. he doesn’t even move when yixing scoots to his side of the king sized bed, staring at him vainly, before smiling sweetly showing that cute dimple. with gentle fingers he lifts jongdae’s chin.
“let’s have sex, i will treasure you for tonight, jongdae-yah,” he says gently. like a gentleman trying to woo his love.
yixing-ge is so gentle...
“wait!” jongdae screeches, blinking excessively because he doesn’t understand. “wait, ge, wait! why do you need to ‘treasure me’?! are you saying that you’re going to-to-to put it in me?!”
yixing frowns, thinking.
“well, yeah?” he answers faintly. “why?”
oh my god.
“no, ge, i’m not having sex with you!” jongdae jumps to stand up, and yixing does the same; even his panicked look seems genuine.
“why not?” yixing asks, confused.
“i’m not gay!” he yells out, eyeing the door warily.
“neither am i, jongdae-yah. come on,” yixing reaches a hand, “it’ll be fun.”
jongdae pouts, “but why am i at the receiving end?”
“i’m more experienced, and older.”
“nonsense.”
“doesn’t matter. i will make you scream,” suddenly, yixing’s hands are all over him, tugging at his t-shirt, mapping his chest, stomach, waist-and finally yixing unties his shorts; slipping an idle hand to cup his crotch.
jongdae shudders, giving in, considering this as an act of kindness for a, well, horny friend. he uses yixing’s shoulders as an anchor while yixing undresses him and falls back to the bed when he’s fully naked, his cock is already half hard with yixing hovering above him, blatantly eyefucking his spread body.
“besides, your legs are so sinful,” yixing throws off his own t-shirt, leaving the grey undershirt on. his biceps flex on either side of jongdae’s head, he’s leaning down down down-
“n-no kissing!” jongdae shuts his eyes and mouth, and yixing chuckles.
“fine, don’t regret it though,” yixing bites his chin and proceeds to unbuttons his jeans. now, this won’t be the first time he sees other guy’s bare body, he’s not even a virgin thank you very much, but still he has to tell his nerves not to blush like a virgin bride as yixing fishes out a bottle of lube and a condom out of nowhere like he’s planned this before; his cock is relatively the same size as his-
wait.
“ge,” jongdae gasps as yixing, in a speed of light, circles one lubed finger around his entrance. he claws at yixing’s arm, but yixing calmly pushes to the first knuckle, wriggling it.
“ge,” jongdae is embarrassed at how fast his body reacts to the basic stimulation. “ge, have you planned t-this?” he chokes when yixing pours more cold lube straight to his entrance, followed by the second finger.
“hmmm?” yixing is frowning again, concentrating on stretching his two fingers inside of the tight walls, pushing them in and out, scissoring, rolling, and more stretching.
all the while, jongdae’s vision is blurred with colourful dots. every movements are causing his cock to jerk and soon enough he’s leaking precome. his mind wanders to his bandmates; how did they feel when they first got fucked in the ass. surely, it is painful, but judging from their noises at night whenever they can’t contain their libidos anymore; they seem to...enjoy it. minseok-hyung is often heard to ask for more at lu han-ge. chanyeol doesn’t even try to stifle his screaming. sehun and kyungsoo are quiet, but they glow the mornings after. and zitao simply pleads in a mix of incoherent chinese and korean.
will any of them find out how will he react as yixing fucks him?
“ummm where is it...” yixing mumbles before he grabs jongdae’s left knee and folds it until the kneecap is touching jongdae’s chest. he takes out his fingers briefly, shifts his own kneeling position, and pushes his middle finger again; this time, it’s probing even deeper, and jongdae fists the bedsheet because his folded knee hurts-deliciously so-and he can feel his walls clenching unclenching down there, being greedy, and so so so wet. it’s new, and yixing was right; this is fun.
“ge, hurry up,” he’s too intrigued to even care that he just begs. “fuck me.”
“but i need to f-”
“AH!”
“-there you are. more?”
“please!”
it’s the prostrate, of course, just like a girl’s g-spot; he’s read it somewhere. jongdae sniffs and thrashes weakly on yixing’s second attack that his leg slips from yixing’s grasp. he’s free to move right now, and so he works his hips to meet yixing’s finger halfway.
yixing is humming happily, and jongdae is grateful because if he so much gives him the i told you so thingy he won’t be able to bear the humiliation.
to distract his ge from stopping being what he wants him to be, jongdae manages to whisper, “please, ge, i need you.”
yixing gently removes his finger and caresses jongdae’s thighs. he proposes, “let me kiss you.”
“but,” will he appear like a loser though, if he gives in, again, to what he had denied?
“don’t think too much,” yixing kisses his belly button, “i’ve always wanted to kiss your feline lips, jongdae-yah. they just look so inviting. i mean, i’m about to make love to you, if you don’t allow me to kiss you then it’s not a big deal.”
tons of cannonballs are bombarding his overreacting mind.
it’s make love for yixing, not fucking, and apparently, jongdae is indeed thinking too much.
he wraps his arms around yixing’s neck, trying to follow the older boy’s gentleness as he presses their lips together. yixing is smiling, deepening their unhurried kiss by nudging jongdae’s mouth open and tangling their tongues. the kiss is nothing like the few jongdae’s shared before, it’s intimate, somehow, more longing, like yixing has been waiting very patiently to taste him.
“ge,” jongdae breaks their kiss gently, “ge, how long have you been wanting to take me?”
yixing pauses. jongdae giggles at the rare display of unsureness and continues,
“i’m so flattered, ge, thank you.”
“really?” yixing kisses the tip of his nose.
“yes,” jongdae leans to his elbows, breathes, and offers to put on the condom to yixing’s erection. yixing encourages him gently, as always, and guides him to get on his knees because it’s less painful like that for a first timer.
when he slides inch by inch inside, jongdae can’t help but to wonder how the hell yixing can wait this long to be there. it’s, hands down, the most wonderful feeling in the world, like when he makes eye contact with one of exo’s fans and she sings along to every words he sings but this is beyond that.
this is-
“jongdae-yah,” yixing inhales sharply as he starts a slow rhythm, “jongdae-yah.”
jongdae doesn’t want to assume anything yet. but he’s selfish enough to want it to be true anyway.
“ge,” he takes yixing’s right hand and lets it grab his cock. “ge, let’s come together.”
yixing kisses the back of his right ear and nods, gently rocking their hips while pumping jongdae’s cock along. he uses his free hand to spread jongdae’s left ass cheek, sliding in and out and gradually swelling even bigger inside. jongdae moans wantonly, his whole body is on fire as yixing steadily nails his prostrate. he sobs onto the pillow, bending his waist to get yixing’s cock deeper, to fill him to completion.
“ge,” he’s positively crying, “ge, please.”
yixing doesn’t waste his time. his thrusts are still slow and gentle, but he’s adding more power to them; forcing jongdae to do nothing but to control his pleasured moans. the hand on his cock is skilfully stroking in sync with the hips, and jongdae comes with a long wail and yixing’s hips stutter a moment later before the condom rumbles with his flood of cum.
they slump to the bed, still connected, and basked in afterglow, jongdae takes yixing’s left hand; kissing the palm.
“ge,” he breathes out, “that was amazing.”
“yeah?” yixing inhales him religiously, like he’s thanking god for jongdae’s wholebeing.
it’s-
“ummm i’m going to pull out, and i heard it’s going to feel weird so...” yixing apologizes when jongdae shudders.
then yixing is stroking his damp hair, just staring, and jongdae doesn’t care that he’s flushing a different shade of red. when yixing announces that he’s going to fetch a towel he grabs yixing’s wrist and kisses him.
yixing is looking dazed, cutely, and jongdae sincerely suggests, “you’re the best, hyung. i’d like to do this again soon.”
xiuhan | sudo | baektao | krisyeol
so.
p.s. comments are encouraged. nothing matters for me but comments. well, snickers, too.
have a nice day, dude *waves you a bunch of tissues*
“i have an idea,” jongin crooks his middle finger, but it’s only brushing that tiny bundle of pleasure inside and sehun just blinks his watering eyes in confusion.
he reaches to tug jongin down, demanding a kiss and more fingers. jongin smirks, pulls his finger out, and drags a very needy sehun to the body length mirror situated right behind their shared hotel room’s door.
jongin bites on sehun’s sweaty nape, guides sehun’s arms to support their weights on the mirror, and whispers, “look,” and as sehun does, he squeezes sehun’s half hard cock fully awake.
“i kind of want you to be paler,” jongin’s hands move to rest on sehun’s narrow hips, rolling his very own naked erection against sehun’s ass, smirking.
“we’re so perfect like this.”
sehun gasps, can’t form coherent words because it’s true; their skins are contrasting under the dim fluorescent lighting, his pink lips being the nice addition of it all while jongin’s sharp gaze is too hypnotising that he obeys the silent command.
he keeps his eyes open.
usually, jongin doesn’t talk much during sex. sehun doesn’t either, he vocalizes his desperation with biting his bottom lip, gasping, dragging his nails to leave angry red marks, mewling-“like a girl,” jongin had said and sehun was giving him cold shoulders for days and eventually he admitted that he was jealous. jongin had laughed out loud, saying that sehun’s jealousy was so cute since, “i meant pornstar, sehun-ah.”
this time though, jongin seems to be in the mood to make a small talk.
“how many?” he ghosts his lubed fingers on sehun’s ass crack, his other hand is around sehun’s waist to bend him slightly.
sehun answers straight to their reflections, “d-dry.”
“can i spread lube to my cock?” jongin smears his lubed fingers to his erection while pushing the tip in teasingly. sehun doesn’t mean to glare at jongin, but he’s getting impatient; they’re going to have a final rehearsal in six hours for their across nation exo’s second mini album promotion. firstly, they don’t have much time to sleep and secondly, it’s been almost a month.
“hyung,” sehun purposefully steps on jongin’s toes, “a. fucking. month.”
“right,” jongin has the gut to chuckle, and sehun is about to whine again but then jongin strokes his cock furiously and his visibly darkened eyes are too much as he pushespushespushes until his cock is fully snug.
sehun forgets to breathe.
“okay?” jongin rocks forward once, testing his not-really-boyfriend’s tight cavern tolerance.
sehun rocks backward twice, and jongin gets the message, “my princess is horny,” he grins before pulling out and then slamming back in, repeat, and by now sehun is having a hard time looking at himself; flushing red from his face to his heaving chest (his nipples are erect, too), the slowly revealing fingerprints on his hips, his leaking cock, the delicious quivering of his thin legs, and of course, kim jongin.
“like what you see?” jongin runs his left hand to sehun’s chest, his fasthard thrusting never falters just like his sharp gaze.
sehun nods like a ragged doll, meeting jongin’s addictive cock halfway, eyelashes fluttering dangerously, his palms are getting slippery against the condensed mirror.
“how about this?” jongin rubs his right nipple with his thumb and sehun shouts.
“whoops, sehunnie, can’t be too loud can’t close your eyes,” jongin bites the nearest skin available, a warning, and begins to play with sehun’s nipples; twirling, pulling, rubbing, pinching-and sehun has to rest his head on jongin’s right shoulder to blink back tears.
“hyung!” he grimaces when a particular thrust hitting his prostrate is in sync with the pinching on his nipple. he clenches his sore and hot muscles and jongin growls low in his ear.
jongin speeds up his thrusts, abandoning sehun’s abused nipples to shift his footing, bruising sehun’s hips even more, and muttering that one day, he’s going to set up cameras for his personal collection whenever his libido is acting up and sehun is nowhere near him so he can jack off to sehun’s everything; preferably he’s going to film, to zoom in on sehun’s pretty face while giving him a blowjob, when i shoot my cum on that face of yours, my pretty princess, and when i fuck you into oblivion after.
“say my name,” jongin is thisclose, sehun knows, and jongin loves it very much when he gets sehun to chant his name like a mantra.
“jongin,” sehun swallows at the first try, jongin’s precome is mixing with lube and sweat inside, and the sensation is nothing new but still.
“jongin.”
jongin loses it, he crushes sehun’s front against the mirror as he comes; gripping sehun’s hips until they hurt but sehun is numb anyway because the coldness slowly crawling on his skin is minimising the pain. his stomach area feels slimy as his own leaking cock almost reaches its limit.
jongin thrusts some more to get rid off of his cum completely inside, grunting because sehun’s ass clenches unclenches clenches unclenches and he only stops when sehun whines tiredly,
“make me come, hyung.”
“sure thing, princess,” jongin answers without missing a beat, massaging sehun’s cock, excruciatingly taking his time to caress every protruding veins and fondle with sehun’s heavy balls.
sehun curses. jongin fakes a disapproval and pushes a finger to sehun’s tender hole, moves his hand from sehun’s cock to the waiting nipples, and again, he takes his time to fingerfuck sehun like a cruel beast that he is.
“hyung, fuck,” sehun moans, “why?”
“look at you,” jongin kisses a bruise on his nape, “you’re an art. i can never take my eyes off of you.”
sehun blushes some more, if that’s even possible, and he finally comes after jongin rubs his nipples with unnecessary strength, biting his bottom lip as he watches himself crumble under jongin’s mercy. jongin sends him a blinding smile, seemingly thankful-for what though, sehun has no idea. he turns, winces as warm cum is seeping out of his hole, and jongin kisses him silly until he chuckles and says that he can close his eyes now.
sehun does, savouring jongin’s kiss, and lets jongin carry him to the bed then spoon him from behind and he even lets jongin praise him for the last time, closing the embarrassing sappy moments for the day with a sweet, “i love you so much,” and sehun makes a mental note to help jongin by replying shyly that he, too, loves him.
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“they’re probably fucking right now.”
jongdae sniffs.
“all of them,” yixing is still zapping through the cable channels, though, as he comments on their bandmates’ ‘activities’.
“that’s why mana-hyung put us in one room,” yixing continues, settling on a cooking channel.
jongdae nods to his lap, gnawing at his bottom lip because what is the older boy trying to say? this is getting uncomfortable. jongdae doesn’t mind the fact that the other ten members are fucking each other, no, he’s perfectly fine with it. it’s healthier that way, right, rather than to sleeping around with willing fans and strangers? sure, they should always use condoms to prevent-
ew, kim jongdae, you’re not imagining things, okay?
“ge, i’m going to grab-”
“how about we have sex, too?”
jongdae sniffs, again.
“what?” he doesn’t dare to look at yixing in the eye. he doesn’t even move when yixing scoots to his side of the king sized bed, staring at him vainly, before smiling sweetly showing that cute dimple. with gentle fingers he lifts jongdae’s chin.
“let’s have sex, i will treasure you for tonight, jongdae-yah,” he says gently. like a gentleman trying to woo his love.
yixing-ge is so gentle...
“wait!” jongdae screeches, blinking excessively because he doesn’t understand. “wait, ge, wait! why do you need to ‘treasure me’?! are you saying that you’re going to-to-to put it in me?!”
yixing frowns, thinking.
“well, yeah?” he answers faintly. “why?”
oh my god.
“no, ge, i’m not having sex with you!” jongdae jumps to stand up, and yixing does the same; even his panicked look seems genuine.
“why not?” yixing asks, confused.
“i’m not gay!” he yells out, eyeing the door warily.
“neither am i, jongdae-yah. come on,” yixing reaches a hand, “it’ll be fun.”
jongdae pouts, “but why am i at the receiving end?”
“i’m more experienced, and older.”
“nonsense.”
“doesn’t matter. i will make you scream,” suddenly, yixing’s hands are all over him, tugging at his t-shirt, mapping his chest, stomach, waist-and finally yixing unties his shorts; slipping an idle hand to cup his crotch.
jongdae shudders, giving in, considering this as an act of kindness for a, well, horny friend. he uses yixing’s shoulders as an anchor while yixing undresses him and falls back to the bed when he’s fully naked, his cock is already half hard with yixing hovering above him, blatantly eyefucking his spread body.
“besides, your legs are so sinful,” yixing throws off his own t-shirt, leaving the grey undershirt on. his biceps flex on either side of jongdae’s head, he’s leaning down down down-
“n-no kissing!” jongdae shuts his eyes and mouth, and yixing chuckles.
“fine, don’t regret it though,” yixing bites his chin and proceeds to unbuttons his jeans. now, this won’t be the first time he sees other guy’s bare body, he’s not even a virgin thank you very much, but still he has to tell his nerves not to blush like a virgin bride as yixing fishes out a bottle of lube and a condom out of nowhere like he’s planned this before; his cock is relatively the same size as his-
wait.
“ge,” jongdae gasps as yixing, in a speed of light, circles one lubed finger around his entrance. he claws at yixing’s arm, but yixing calmly pushes to the first knuckle, wriggling it.
“ge,” jongdae is embarrassed at how fast his body reacts to the basic stimulation. “ge, have you planned t-this?” he chokes when yixing pours more cold lube straight to his entrance, followed by the second finger.
“hmmm?” yixing is frowning again, concentrating on stretching his two fingers inside of the tight walls, pushing them in and out, scissoring, rolling, and more stretching.
all the while, jongdae’s vision is blurred with colourful dots. every movements are causing his cock to jerk and soon enough he’s leaking precome. his mind wanders to his bandmates; how did they feel when they first got fucked in the ass. surely, it is painful, but judging from their noises at night whenever they can’t contain their libidos anymore; they seem to...enjoy it. minseok-hyung is often heard to ask for more at lu han-ge. chanyeol doesn’t even try to stifle his screaming. sehun and kyungsoo are quiet, but they glow the mornings after. and zitao simply pleads in a mix of incoherent chinese and korean.
will any of them find out how will he react as yixing fucks him?
“ummm where is it...” yixing mumbles before he grabs jongdae’s left knee and folds it until the kneecap is touching jongdae’s chest. he takes out his fingers briefly, shifts his own kneeling position, and pushes his middle finger again; this time, it’s probing even deeper, and jongdae fists the bedsheet because his folded knee hurts-deliciously so-and he can feel his walls clenching unclenching down there, being greedy, and so so so wet. it’s new, and yixing was right; this is fun.
“ge, hurry up,” he’s too intrigued to even care that he just begs. “fuck me.”
“but i need to f-”
“AH!”
“-there you are. more?”
“please!”
it’s the prostrate, of course, just like a girl’s g-spot; he’s read it somewhere. jongdae sniffs and thrashes weakly on yixing’s second attack that his leg slips from yixing’s grasp. he’s free to move right now, and so he works his hips to meet yixing’s finger halfway.
yixing is humming happily, and jongdae is grateful because if he so much gives him the i told you so thingy he won’t be able to bear the humiliation.
to distract his ge from stopping being what he wants him to be, jongdae manages to whisper, “please, ge, i need you.”
yixing gently removes his finger and caresses jongdae’s thighs. he proposes, “let me kiss you.”
“but,” will he appear like a loser though, if he gives in, again, to what he had denied?
“don’t think too much,” yixing kisses his belly button, “i’ve always wanted to kiss your feline lips, jongdae-yah. they just look so inviting. i mean, i’m about to make love to you, if you don’t allow me to kiss you then it’s not a big deal.”
tons of cannonballs are bombarding his overreacting mind.
it’s make love for yixing, not fucking, and apparently, jongdae is indeed thinking too much.
he wraps his arms around yixing’s neck, trying to follow the older boy’s gentleness as he presses their lips together. yixing is smiling, deepening their unhurried kiss by nudging jongdae’s mouth open and tangling their tongues. the kiss is nothing like the few jongdae’s shared before, it’s intimate, somehow, more longing, like yixing has been waiting very patiently to taste him.
“ge,” jongdae breaks their kiss gently, “ge, how long have you been wanting to take me?”
yixing pauses. jongdae giggles at the rare display of unsureness and continues,
“i’m so flattered, ge, thank you.”
“really?” yixing kisses the tip of his nose.
“yes,” jongdae leans to his elbows, breathes, and offers to put on the condom to yixing’s erection. yixing encourages him gently, as always, and guides him to get on his knees because it’s less painful like that for a first timer.
when he slides inch by inch inside, jongdae can’t help but to wonder how the hell yixing can wait this long to be there. it’s, hands down, the most wonderful feeling in the world, like when he makes eye contact with one of exo’s fans and she sings along to every words he sings but this is beyond that.
this is-
“jongdae-yah,” yixing inhales sharply as he starts a slow rhythm, “jongdae-yah.”
jongdae doesn’t want to assume anything yet. but he’s selfish enough to want it to be true anyway.
“ge,” he takes yixing’s right hand and lets it grab his cock. “ge, let’s come together.”
yixing kisses the back of his right ear and nods, gently rocking their hips while pumping jongdae’s cock along. he uses his free hand to spread jongdae’s left ass cheek, sliding in and out and gradually swelling even bigger inside. jongdae moans wantonly, his whole body is on fire as yixing steadily nails his prostrate. he sobs onto the pillow, bending his waist to get yixing’s cock deeper, to fill him to completion.
“ge,” he’s positively crying, “ge, please.”
yixing doesn’t waste his time. his thrusts are still slow and gentle, but he’s adding more power to them; forcing jongdae to do nothing but to control his pleasured moans. the hand on his cock is skilfully stroking in sync with the hips, and jongdae comes with a long wail and yixing’s hips stutter a moment later before the condom rumbles with his flood of cum.
they slump to the bed, still connected, and basked in afterglow, jongdae takes yixing’s left hand; kissing the palm.
“ge,” he breathes out, “that was amazing.”
“yeah?” yixing inhales him religiously, like he’s thanking god for jongdae’s wholebeing.
it’s-
“ummm i’m going to pull out, and i heard it’s going to feel weird so...” yixing apologizes when jongdae shudders.
then yixing is stroking his damp hair, just staring, and jongdae doesn’t care that he’s flushing a different shade of red. when yixing announces that he’s going to fetch a towel he grabs yixing’s wrist and kisses him.
yixing is looking dazed, cutely, and jongdae sincerely suggests, “you’re the best, hyung. i’d like to do this again soon.”
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