fic: just us, you find out [exo]
just us, you find out
zitao/jongin; nc-17; 2600
jongin goes looking for a midnight snack. he gets something better. pwp. canon.
warnings slight (very very very slight) resistance play
with sehun's dick size thanks to zitaos, who held my hand through this even though she really shouldn't have had to /dies
just us, you find out
Jongin stumbles into the kitchen, tired but unable to sleep. He’d been lying awake in his bed for an hour now, rolling around uselessly until he gave into the idea of maybe going and getting something to eat. Milk was supposed to help, right?
What he wasn’t expecting, however, was a mostly naked Zitao wearing only a pair of boxer briefs standing in the kitchen. Jongin swallows, eyes widening as he takes in the curve of Zitao’s ass and the breadth of his shoulders. Zitao hasn’t bothered to turn on the kitchen light, using the stove light instead as he boils water.
He yelps when he accidentally stubs his toe on a chair, and Zitao whips around, visibly relaxing when he realises that it’s just Jongin. Jongin who kinda wishes he was wearing a shirt or something because he feels even more naked than Zitao looks. He can make out the shape of Zitao’s dick through his briefs and his throat suddenly feels very dry.
“H-hey,” Jongin mumbles, scratching at the back of his neck as he averts his eyes away from Zitao’s.
“Hey,” Zitao replies, head cocking to the side curiously but he doesn’t say anything more, turning back around to pour himself the water he’s boiled.
“Making tea?” Jongin asks, shuffling over to the fridge. His appetite is all but gone and he really needs to stop trying to look down at Zitao’s ass but his briefs are bright blue and distracting.
“Did you want some?” Zitao asks, looking over at Jongin just as he bends to glance inside the fridge. Jongin flushes despite himself, the heat of Zitao’s gaze making him feel terribly self-conscious. From the corner of his eyes, Jongin glances up Zitao’s legs, biting his lip at the solid muscle he sees in his thighs. Oh, fuck.
“N-no, I, I don’t really like tea,” Jongin mutters, quickly looking back at the fridge when he notices Zitao step closer. He focuses on the fridge and realises that besides the leftovers from dinner two nights ago, they literally have nothing to eat. There isn’t even banana milk. Jongin frowns, stomach growling but then he feels a hand settle on the back of his neck, sweeping downwards and Jongin thinks he might have lept out of his skin.
“It’ll help you sleep,” Zitao offers, Jongin’s heart beating so terribly loud in his ears that he suddenly can’t even hear himself think. He can, however, still see Zitao’s legs and his mouth is sort of watering. When he risks a glance upwards, his eyes linger on Zitao’s cock again and Jongin has to bite his lip from saying anything stupid.
It’s not that he... Well, maybe he’s thought about it before. Sucking cock. Sehun had made him watch gay porn once and Jongin had orgasmed so quickly after watching a dude rub his dick between another guys thighs that maybe he’d watched a few more videos on his own. He kind of just wants to taste it, know what it feels like to have a cock in his mouth and suck a guy off. He’d never even thought about who until he’d walked in on Zitao coming out of the shower and it’s been a little hard to get the thought out of his head since.
“What kind is it?” Jongin asks, standing upright. Zitao’s hand settles on his hip, thumb stroking his hip bone and Jongin has to try very hard not to shudder or lean into the touch. He knows the look in Zitao’s eyes, has seen it before. Slow calculation and bold want and Jongin wishes he would. Wishes he would push Jongin down to his knees and shove his cock into Jongin’s mouth, fuck his mouth raw.
“Chamomile,” Zitao answers, pushing the refrigerator's door close behind Jongin. Without thinking, Jongin takes a step back, hissing when the icy cold from the door presses into his skin. Zitao closes the distance, corners Jongin against the fridge and he’s a wall of heat, of thick muscle and Jongin wants to run a hand down his chest, wants to feel his hardness between his fingers. Instead, Jongin swallows, wills his own erection to go away, feeling a bit like he’d been caught by a predator.
“Um,” Jongin starts but Zitao presses a finger against his lips, his other hand trailing across Jongin’s abdomen and settling at the waistband of Jongin’s boxers. He whimpers, despite himself, fingers digging into Zitao’s arm.
“You look a little flushed,” Zitao whispers, leaning in until his voice ghosts over Jongin’s ear, fingers scraping under his bellybutton. The sensation causes his stomach to quiver, makes his legs tremble. He gasps when Zitao fits a thigh between his legs, presses it up against Jongin’s hardening cock. “You gonna be okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jongin exhales, eyes squeezing shut as he suppresses a moan when Zitao squeezes his cock through his boxers.
“Fine? What about this problem?” Zitao laughs, squeezing Jongin’s dick again, before palming it through the fabric of Jongin’s underwear. Jongin feels his chest tighten, fingernails digging into Zitao’s upper arm as he tries to keep himself from rubbing against Zitao.
“Did you want some help?” Zitao asks, licks at the shell of his ear before pressing closer. Jongin can feel Zitao's cock against his thigh and he gasps, hips bucking upwards against Zitao's hand. Zitao snickers, a hand petting his side soothingly as he pushes his hand inside Jongin's underwear and wraps his fingers around Jongin's cock. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“N-no, I,” Jongin tries but Zitao’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock and Jongin’s back arches off the refrigerator, pushing into Zitao with a gasp.
“No?” Zitao repeats, thumb rubbing softly against the head of Jongins’ cock. “No what?”
Jongin has to let out a loud whine, the heat in his cheeks embarrassing as he lets his head drop to Zitao’s shoulder. His hand clutches at Zitao’s upper arm and he can make out the shape of Zitao’s cock pressed against his thigh. He bites his lip, imagining his mouth around Zitao’s cock, Zitao’s hand in his hair as he holds him in place and fucks into his mouth. He wants to see the satisfaction in Zitao’s eyes, the post orgasm bliss spread out across his cheeks in a flush of red and Jongin moans when Zitao’s hand strokes his cock leisurely, his mouth tasting the smoothness of Zitao’s shoulder.
“Should I stop, Jongin?” Zitao asks right against Jongin’s ear and Jongin shakes his head, afraid of saying anything. His hand brushes over one of Zitao’s hardening nipples and he likes the way Zitao hisses, likes how Zitao moves back just the slightest bit to allow Jongin to kiss his way down to the nub. Jongin’s tongue swirls around it, hips stuttering forward as they seek more friction from Zitao’s hand.
Jongin can’t stop thinking about Zitao’s cock in his mouth and without letting himself think too long, he pulls Zitao’s hand out of his underwear, ignoring the sound of surprise Zitao lets out. He drops to his knees seconds later, purposefully not looking up as his heart thunders in his ears. He stares at the bulge in Zitao’s briefs and drags a hand across it, the other hand hooking into the waistband of Zitao’s briefs.
He looks up for a flash of a second and sees the surprise in Zitao’s eyes morph into mirth, something almost like encouragement tinging the smile he sends Jongin. Heat floods Jongin’s cheeks and he swallows, before leaning forward and nuzzling into the space between Zitao’s cock and thigh. He lets his tongue drag over the fabric and takes satisfaction in Zitao winding his fingers into Jongin’s hair.
“Can I,” he asks, licking his lips and finally looking up long enough to hold eye contact. “Can I suck you off?”
“Please,” Zitao answers and Jongin feels his stomach flip flop, warmth flooding his chest as he peels down Zitao’s briefs and frees his cock. Jongin licks his lips, staring at the head, eyes travelling down the shaft to Zitao’s neatly trimmed pubes and his balls.
Pushing the underwear down completely, Jongin lets Zitao step out of it before he wraps a hand around his cock, fingers tracing down the shaft until they wrap around the base. Jongin looks up at Zitao, breathing in through his nose as Zitao pets his hair softly and Jongin swallows, tentatively reaching out with his tongue and licking from the bottom up, pushing the tip of Zitao’s cock in his mouth and tasting the salty precum there.
He focuses on the head, plush lips sucking on the tip, tongue pressing into the slit and Zitao hisses, hand tightening in Jongin’s hair. Jongin gathers up a little more courage and sinks lower, lips stretching around Zitao’s girth as he attempts to see how much of him he can take in one go. He doesn’t get too far before he has to pull back off, bobbing his head up and down a few times, eyes fluttering shut as he works at it.
Using his hand to make up for what his mouth can’t reach, Jongin builds a steady rhythm, keeping a hand at Zitao’s hip to hold his balance. The hand in his hair gets tighter, pulls too much at his strands but Jongin finds that he likes it, moaning around Zitao’s cock, taking him in a little deeper. Zitao’s hips stutter forward, and Jongin isn’t quite prepared to take in any more of Zitao, choking around the length.
But Zitao doesn’t seem to notice right away, thrusting into Jongin’s mouth again, holding him in place by the hair and Jongin sucks in air through his nose, trying not to gag around the mouthful of cock, relishing the strain in his jaw. He finally pushes Zitao back and strokes his cock with his hand, sucking in big, long breathes as he attempts not to cough. There’s spit dribbling down his chin and his throat already feels ragged but he wants to finish this. He wants Zitao to tell him he’s done a good job.
“Are you okay?” Zitao asks, worried and Jongin looks up, nodding his head, wiping his chin clean with the back of his free hand. He strokes Jongin’s cheek with his finger, thumb sliding over Jongin’s jaw as he settles just underneath his chin, keeping his head up. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. You don’t...”
“No, I want to,” Jongin insists, his knees aching from their contact with the tiled floor. He ignores them, just like he ignores the ache in his throat as he swirls his tongue around Zitao’s cock, licking up and down before taking it back into his mouth. This time he holds eye contact with Zitao, watches the way his mouth falls open, plump lips parting to let out soft moans. His cat like eyes half-lidded, messy hair pushed back hastily, cheeks flushed a rosy pink.
And fuck if Jongin’s heart doesn’t nearly falter to a stop, if his thoughts don’t trip over the idea of kissing that mouth, sucking in the curve of Zitao’s philtrum and biting down. He can’t help the moan that escapes him, can’t help but palm himself through his underwear, speeding up his pace only to watch Zitao’s eyes close, head tossing backwards as he swallows down a groan. Jongin watches his adam’s apple bob, squeezes his cock tightly before pushing Zitao’s cock further into his mouth.
“Fuck, Jongin,” Zitao’s muffled voice comes, and Jongin is so pleased to see the hand covering Zitao’s mouth as if he can’t keep his voice down. He strokes the base a few more times, mouth moving in sync with his hand before Zitao’s hand gets impossibly tight in his hair and he lets out a choked “fuck” in Mandarin. Jongin feels the cum hit the back of his throat, sliding down and he swallows around Zitao’s cock, spluttering when he finally pulls off, cum landing across his lips and splattering over his cheeks.
“Shit,” Zitao breathes as Jongin attempts to even out his own uneven breathing, chest burning, the taste of cum salty on his tongue. He licks what’s on his lips, swallows it down as he falls back and sinks against the refrigerator door, wiping the cum on his cheeks with the palms of his hands.
Zitao looks down at him, hand reaching to grab Jongin around the neck and pull him up onto his legs. They burn, a strange ache in his calves pulsing with the want inside of him but Jongin doesn’t protest when Zitao crashes their mouths together, muffled moans turning into whimpering whines as he scrambles for purchase against Zitao’s shoulders. The hand on his neck is firm, holds him in place as Zitao sucks and bites at his lips, tongue swiping into Jongin’s mouth sporadically.
A thigh slips between Jongin’s legs again and he is reminded of earlier, when Zitao had teased him and Jongin really just wants to come now, really wants to feel Zitao’s hand on his cock. The desperation burns through his veins and he whines, reaching down for his own cock only to have his hand shoved away.
“No,” Zitao tells him, bites at Jongin’s jaw before pushing Jongin’s underwear down. It bunches around his thighs but Jongin doesn’t care, cock aching with the need to be touched.
“P-please,” Jongin begs, eyes misty as he pants and he’s almost positive that everyone in the dorm hears the groan he lets out when Zitao finally wraps his fingers around his cock, thumb spreading the beads of precum collected at the tip. Jongin bites at his lip, tries to stifle the remainder of embarrassing noises still trying to escape him, as his eyes settle on Zitao’s hand fisting his cock.
He watches the muscles flex in Zitao’s arm, lets his head fall back against the fridge, Zitao’s hand still cradling his neck. When Zitao pulls him closer, pressing their lips together again, Jongin sighs into Zitao’s mouth, Zitao’s firm strokes bringing him closer to the edge. He feels the tightness in his balls, the way his body stiffens, heartbeat suddenly dull in his ears before the excitement rattles him all at once, cum squirting out with a loud moan of Zitao’s name, fingers digging into his back.
He feels limp, body suddenly too heavy as Zitao continues to stroke him until Jongin’s dick softens, cum all over Zitao’s hand and splashed over Jongin’s abs. Zitao presses quick, chaste kisses against his lips, tells him between each kiss how good he’s been and it feels like too much but just enough at the same time.
Sleep clouds his mind but he manages to help Zitao clean them both up, and when Zitao grabs his hand and laces his fingers through Jongin’s, he isn’t able to mask his surprise.
“Come here,” Zitao mutters, pulling Jongin closer and kissing him again, slower this time. Jongin finds he can’t really get himself to pull away, and instead pushes closer, skin against skin as he lets Zitao pull him along in the direction of his bedroom. “Sleep with me, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jongin mumbles back, heart racing. The door to Zitao’s room is cracked open and they sneak in, the cold sheets on Zitao’s bed cool against Jongin’s sweaty skin. He lets Zitao drag him down onto the bed, pulling Jongin’s back flush against his chest. Jongin can feel Zitao’s nose nuzzle at the back of his neck and the sensation sends little sparks down his spine, contentment settling at the bottom of his belly.
“Goodnight,” he murmurs, legs tangling with Zitao’s.
“Goodnight,” Zitao replies, kissing Jongin’s shoulder and squeezing him around his abdomen. Jongin falls asleep to the steady sound of Zitao’s breathing and the comfort of his arms.
- i'm...sorry if this was terrible ;n;
- but please be gentle because i also...really. taokai are my babies okay. my one otp to rule them all.
- so really, thankyou for reading! ♥
zitao/jongin; nc-17; 2600
jongin goes looking for a midnight snack. he gets something better. pwp. canon.
warnings slight (very very very slight) resistance play
with sehun's dick size thanks to zitaos, who held my hand through this even though she really shouldn't have had to /dies
just us, you find out
Jongin stumbles into the kitchen, tired but unable to sleep. He’d been lying awake in his bed for an hour now, rolling around uselessly until he gave into the idea of maybe going and getting something to eat. Milk was supposed to help, right?
What he wasn’t expecting, however, was a mostly naked Zitao wearing only a pair of boxer briefs standing in the kitchen. Jongin swallows, eyes widening as he takes in the curve of Zitao’s ass and the breadth of his shoulders. Zitao hasn’t bothered to turn on the kitchen light, using the stove light instead as he boils water.
He yelps when he accidentally stubs his toe on a chair, and Zitao whips around, visibly relaxing when he realises that it’s just Jongin. Jongin who kinda wishes he was wearing a shirt or something because he feels even more naked than Zitao looks. He can make out the shape of Zitao’s dick through his briefs and his throat suddenly feels very dry.
“H-hey,” Jongin mumbles, scratching at the back of his neck as he averts his eyes away from Zitao’s.
“Hey,” Zitao replies, head cocking to the side curiously but he doesn’t say anything more, turning back around to pour himself the water he’s boiled.
“Making tea?” Jongin asks, shuffling over to the fridge. His appetite is all but gone and he really needs to stop trying to look down at Zitao’s ass but his briefs are bright blue and distracting.
“Did you want some?” Zitao asks, looking over at Jongin just as he bends to glance inside the fridge. Jongin flushes despite himself, the heat of Zitao’s gaze making him feel terribly self-conscious. From the corner of his eyes, Jongin glances up Zitao’s legs, biting his lip at the solid muscle he sees in his thighs. Oh, fuck.
“N-no, I, I don’t really like tea,” Jongin mutters, quickly looking back at the fridge when he notices Zitao step closer. He focuses on the fridge and realises that besides the leftovers from dinner two nights ago, they literally have nothing to eat. There isn’t even banana milk. Jongin frowns, stomach growling but then he feels a hand settle on the back of his neck, sweeping downwards and Jongin thinks he might have lept out of his skin.
“It’ll help you sleep,” Zitao offers, Jongin’s heart beating so terribly loud in his ears that he suddenly can’t even hear himself think. He can, however, still see Zitao’s legs and his mouth is sort of watering. When he risks a glance upwards, his eyes linger on Zitao’s cock again and Jongin has to bite his lip from saying anything stupid.
It’s not that he... Well, maybe he’s thought about it before. Sucking cock. Sehun had made him watch gay porn once and Jongin had orgasmed so quickly after watching a dude rub his dick between another guys thighs that maybe he’d watched a few more videos on his own. He kind of just wants to taste it, know what it feels like to have a cock in his mouth and suck a guy off. He’d never even thought about who until he’d walked in on Zitao coming out of the shower and it’s been a little hard to get the thought out of his head since.
“What kind is it?” Jongin asks, standing upright. Zitao’s hand settles on his hip, thumb stroking his hip bone and Jongin has to try very hard not to shudder or lean into the touch. He knows the look in Zitao’s eyes, has seen it before. Slow calculation and bold want and Jongin wishes he would. Wishes he would push Jongin down to his knees and shove his cock into Jongin’s mouth, fuck his mouth raw.
“Chamomile,” Zitao answers, pushing the refrigerator's door close behind Jongin. Without thinking, Jongin takes a step back, hissing when the icy cold from the door presses into his skin. Zitao closes the distance, corners Jongin against the fridge and he’s a wall of heat, of thick muscle and Jongin wants to run a hand down his chest, wants to feel his hardness between his fingers. Instead, Jongin swallows, wills his own erection to go away, feeling a bit like he’d been caught by a predator.
“Um,” Jongin starts but Zitao presses a finger against his lips, his other hand trailing across Jongin’s abdomen and settling at the waistband of Jongin’s boxers. He whimpers, despite himself, fingers digging into Zitao’s arm.
“You look a little flushed,” Zitao whispers, leaning in until his voice ghosts over Jongin’s ear, fingers scraping under his bellybutton. The sensation causes his stomach to quiver, makes his legs tremble. He gasps when Zitao fits a thigh between his legs, presses it up against Jongin’s hardening cock. “You gonna be okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jongin exhales, eyes squeezing shut as he suppresses a moan when Zitao squeezes his cock through his boxers.
“Fine? What about this problem?” Zitao laughs, squeezing Jongin’s dick again, before palming it through the fabric of Jongin’s underwear. Jongin feels his chest tighten, fingernails digging into Zitao’s upper arm as he tries to keep himself from rubbing against Zitao.
“Did you want some help?” Zitao asks, licks at the shell of his ear before pressing closer. Jongin can feel Zitao's cock against his thigh and he gasps, hips bucking upwards against Zitao's hand. Zitao snickers, a hand petting his side soothingly as he pushes his hand inside Jongin's underwear and wraps his fingers around Jongin's cock. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“N-no, I,” Jongin tries but Zitao’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock and Jongin’s back arches off the refrigerator, pushing into Zitao with a gasp.
“No?” Zitao repeats, thumb rubbing softly against the head of Jongins’ cock. “No what?”
Jongin has to let out a loud whine, the heat in his cheeks embarrassing as he lets his head drop to Zitao’s shoulder. His hand clutches at Zitao’s upper arm and he can make out the shape of Zitao’s cock pressed against his thigh. He bites his lip, imagining his mouth around Zitao’s cock, Zitao’s hand in his hair as he holds him in place and fucks into his mouth. He wants to see the satisfaction in Zitao’s eyes, the post orgasm bliss spread out across his cheeks in a flush of red and Jongin moans when Zitao’s hand strokes his cock leisurely, his mouth tasting the smoothness of Zitao’s shoulder.
“Should I stop, Jongin?” Zitao asks right against Jongin’s ear and Jongin shakes his head, afraid of saying anything. His hand brushes over one of Zitao’s hardening nipples and he likes the way Zitao hisses, likes how Zitao moves back just the slightest bit to allow Jongin to kiss his way down to the nub. Jongin’s tongue swirls around it, hips stuttering forward as they seek more friction from Zitao’s hand.
Jongin can’t stop thinking about Zitao’s cock in his mouth and without letting himself think too long, he pulls Zitao’s hand out of his underwear, ignoring the sound of surprise Zitao lets out. He drops to his knees seconds later, purposefully not looking up as his heart thunders in his ears. He stares at the bulge in Zitao’s briefs and drags a hand across it, the other hand hooking into the waistband of Zitao’s briefs.
He looks up for a flash of a second and sees the surprise in Zitao’s eyes morph into mirth, something almost like encouragement tinging the smile he sends Jongin. Heat floods Jongin’s cheeks and he swallows, before leaning forward and nuzzling into the space between Zitao’s cock and thigh. He lets his tongue drag over the fabric and takes satisfaction in Zitao winding his fingers into Jongin’s hair.
“Can I,” he asks, licking his lips and finally looking up long enough to hold eye contact. “Can I suck you off?”
“Please,” Zitao answers and Jongin feels his stomach flip flop, warmth flooding his chest as he peels down Zitao’s briefs and frees his cock. Jongin licks his lips, staring at the head, eyes travelling down the shaft to Zitao’s neatly trimmed pubes and his balls.
Pushing the underwear down completely, Jongin lets Zitao step out of it before he wraps a hand around his cock, fingers tracing down the shaft until they wrap around the base. Jongin looks up at Zitao, breathing in through his nose as Zitao pets his hair softly and Jongin swallows, tentatively reaching out with his tongue and licking from the bottom up, pushing the tip of Zitao’s cock in his mouth and tasting the salty precum there.
He focuses on the head, plush lips sucking on the tip, tongue pressing into the slit and Zitao hisses, hand tightening in Jongin’s hair. Jongin gathers up a little more courage and sinks lower, lips stretching around Zitao’s girth as he attempts to see how much of him he can take in one go. He doesn’t get too far before he has to pull back off, bobbing his head up and down a few times, eyes fluttering shut as he works at it.
Using his hand to make up for what his mouth can’t reach, Jongin builds a steady rhythm, keeping a hand at Zitao’s hip to hold his balance. The hand in his hair gets tighter, pulls too much at his strands but Jongin finds that he likes it, moaning around Zitao’s cock, taking him in a little deeper. Zitao’s hips stutter forward, and Jongin isn’t quite prepared to take in any more of Zitao, choking around the length.
But Zitao doesn’t seem to notice right away, thrusting into Jongin’s mouth again, holding him in place by the hair and Jongin sucks in air through his nose, trying not to gag around the mouthful of cock, relishing the strain in his jaw. He finally pushes Zitao back and strokes his cock with his hand, sucking in big, long breathes as he attempts not to cough. There’s spit dribbling down his chin and his throat already feels ragged but he wants to finish this. He wants Zitao to tell him he’s done a good job.
“Are you okay?” Zitao asks, worried and Jongin looks up, nodding his head, wiping his chin clean with the back of his free hand. He strokes Jongin’s cheek with his finger, thumb sliding over Jongin’s jaw as he settles just underneath his chin, keeping his head up. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. You don’t...”
“No, I want to,” Jongin insists, his knees aching from their contact with the tiled floor. He ignores them, just like he ignores the ache in his throat as he swirls his tongue around Zitao’s cock, licking up and down before taking it back into his mouth. This time he holds eye contact with Zitao, watches the way his mouth falls open, plump lips parting to let out soft moans. His cat like eyes half-lidded, messy hair pushed back hastily, cheeks flushed a rosy pink.
And fuck if Jongin’s heart doesn’t nearly falter to a stop, if his thoughts don’t trip over the idea of kissing that mouth, sucking in the curve of Zitao’s philtrum and biting down. He can’t help the moan that escapes him, can’t help but palm himself through his underwear, speeding up his pace only to watch Zitao’s eyes close, head tossing backwards as he swallows down a groan. Jongin watches his adam’s apple bob, squeezes his cock tightly before pushing Zitao’s cock further into his mouth.
“Fuck, Jongin,” Zitao’s muffled voice comes, and Jongin is so pleased to see the hand covering Zitao’s mouth as if he can’t keep his voice down. He strokes the base a few more times, mouth moving in sync with his hand before Zitao’s hand gets impossibly tight in his hair and he lets out a choked “fuck” in Mandarin. Jongin feels the cum hit the back of his throat, sliding down and he swallows around Zitao’s cock, spluttering when he finally pulls off, cum landing across his lips and splattering over his cheeks.
“Shit,” Zitao breathes as Jongin attempts to even out his own uneven breathing, chest burning, the taste of cum salty on his tongue. He licks what’s on his lips, swallows it down as he falls back and sinks against the refrigerator door, wiping the cum on his cheeks with the palms of his hands.
Zitao looks down at him, hand reaching to grab Jongin around the neck and pull him up onto his legs. They burn, a strange ache in his calves pulsing with the want inside of him but Jongin doesn’t protest when Zitao crashes their mouths together, muffled moans turning into whimpering whines as he scrambles for purchase against Zitao’s shoulders. The hand on his neck is firm, holds him in place as Zitao sucks and bites at his lips, tongue swiping into Jongin’s mouth sporadically.
A thigh slips between Jongin’s legs again and he is reminded of earlier, when Zitao had teased him and Jongin really just wants to come now, really wants to feel Zitao’s hand on his cock. The desperation burns through his veins and he whines, reaching down for his own cock only to have his hand shoved away.
“No,” Zitao tells him, bites at Jongin’s jaw before pushing Jongin’s underwear down. It bunches around his thighs but Jongin doesn’t care, cock aching with the need to be touched.
“P-please,” Jongin begs, eyes misty as he pants and he’s almost positive that everyone in the dorm hears the groan he lets out when Zitao finally wraps his fingers around his cock, thumb spreading the beads of precum collected at the tip. Jongin bites at his lip, tries to stifle the remainder of embarrassing noises still trying to escape him, as his eyes settle on Zitao’s hand fisting his cock.
He watches the muscles flex in Zitao’s arm, lets his head fall back against the fridge, Zitao’s hand still cradling his neck. When Zitao pulls him closer, pressing their lips together again, Jongin sighs into Zitao’s mouth, Zitao’s firm strokes bringing him closer to the edge. He feels the tightness in his balls, the way his body stiffens, heartbeat suddenly dull in his ears before the excitement rattles him all at once, cum squirting out with a loud moan of Zitao’s name, fingers digging into his back.
He feels limp, body suddenly too heavy as Zitao continues to stroke him until Jongin’s dick softens, cum all over Zitao’s hand and splashed over Jongin’s abs. Zitao presses quick, chaste kisses against his lips, tells him between each kiss how good he’s been and it feels like too much but just enough at the same time.
Sleep clouds his mind but he manages to help Zitao clean them both up, and when Zitao grabs his hand and laces his fingers through Jongin’s, he isn’t able to mask his surprise.
“Come here,” Zitao mutters, pulling Jongin closer and kissing him again, slower this time. Jongin finds he can’t really get himself to pull away, and instead pushes closer, skin against skin as he lets Zitao pull him along in the direction of his bedroom. “Sleep with me, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jongin mumbles back, heart racing. The door to Zitao’s room is cracked open and they sneak in, the cold sheets on Zitao’s bed cool against Jongin’s sweaty skin. He lets Zitao drag him down onto the bed, pulling Jongin’s back flush against his chest. Jongin can feel Zitao’s nose nuzzle at the back of his neck and the sensation sends little sparks down his spine, contentment settling at the bottom of his belly.
“Goodnight,” he murmurs, legs tangling with Zitao’s.
“Goodnight,” Zitao replies, kissing Jongin’s shoulder and squeezing him around his abdomen. Jongin falls asleep to the steady sound of Zitao’s breathing and the comfort of his arms.
- i'm...sorry if this was terrible ;n;
- but please be gentle because i also...really. taokai are my babies okay. my one otp to rule them all.
- so really, thankyou for reading! ♥