[Advent] Day 15
For: lattelotus
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Yifan
Length: 1100w
Summary: Jongin loves slow, lazy mornings with Yifan. Set in the Almost In Love verse.
Jongin likes the way Yifan looks first thing in the morning. There’s a softness to his features that makes Jongin’s chest bubble with happiness because he’s the only one who gets to see this part of him. Even back when Yifan was slipping in and out of people’s beds as a hobby, Jongin doubts anyone had the time to memorize his face like Jongin does. It’s a handsome face.
Jongin is particularly fond of Yifan’s mouth. Even when Yifan is using it to get himself into trouble, which is often, his mouth is usually expert at getting him out of trouble too. It’s just that Jongin is kind of addicted to how plush and pink Yifan’s lips are, and he’s completely in love with the way they feel on his own and traveling over his skin. Jongin’s fortunate enough to have Yifan’s lips entirely to himself.
There are scattered rays of sunlight slanting through the curtains, filling the room with a soft glow. Jongin carefully slips his feet between Yifan’s because they’re warm and Jongin likes the way Yifan moves to accommodate him even when he’s still asleep. It’s been years since they grew out of the snuggling to sleep every night stage, and yet it still strikes Jongin sometimes and Yifan never pushes him away. It isn’t long before one of Yifan’s arms curls around Jongin’s waist and pulls him close, tucking Jongin under his chin.
Jongin breathes him in, enjoying the cage of security and the love that still sometimes takes him by surprise. He never thought he’d fall for someone like Yifan, but he’d been blindsided, falling for a man so endearingly embarrassing and hopeless that Jongin had been rendered unable to escape. And he’s luckier for it. Yifan may not have seemed like the right match, but he always rose to the challenge of proving Jongin wrong over and over.
The brilliant flame of love that had overcome Jongin in the beginning isn’t as overwhelming anymore. It’s faded to something manageable, to a flickering that constantly simmers through him. It likes to flare hot sometimes, like on lazy mornings when Jongin is content to let Yifan sleep while he basks in their warm sheets and tangled legs.
Jongin was never a romantic; he still manages to surprise himself when he finds himself in the mood to do something sickeningly sweet for Yifan. Like the time he choreographed and danced a routine for Yifan for their one year anniversary, or the time he’d bought fresh flowers to scatter the petals all the way from their front door and to their bedroom when Yifan had gotten a promotion at work.
Jongin feels Yifan slowly hardening against his thigh and another romantic notion prickles at him. Yifan sleeps through Jongin gently pushing him onto his back and then wiggling his way down beneath the covers. It’s still nice and warm and Jongin’s mouth waters when he sees Yifan’s cock laying hard between his legs. He doesn’t hesitate to suck the crown between his lips, tonguing along the slit with a low moan. Jongin’s always enjoyed sucking Yifan off and this time is no different.
Jongin relishes the stretch of his lips when he sinks lower and the salty, musky taste left on his tongue. He feels the way Yifan’s legs spread, his knees bending as Yifan’s hands slip beneath the covers to curl in Jongin’s hair. Yifan is probably still half-asleep, his noises gruff and deep, but he’s awake enough to not thrust into Jongin’s mouth. If there’s one thing that turns Jongin on, it’s Yifan’s voice when he’s gasping out Jongin’s name.
Jongin feels Yifan’s cock growing harder, longer, and he swallows around him just to hear Yifan moaning. Yifan tugs on Jongin’s hair and Jongin lets himself be pulled up. It’s cool out from beneath the blankets, but Jongin is soon encased in warm arms, Yifan’s mouth scorching when he kisses him. They’ve been together so long that morning breath isn’t a deterrent, especially when it comes to lazy mornings like this.
Yifan’s cock is slick as it slides along Jongin’s and Jongin whimpers into Yifan’s mouth, sucking on Yifan’s tongue as they grind together. It’s perfect the way Yifan makes him feel, Jongin’s toes curling and hips stuttering when Yifan takes both their cocks in his hand and strokes them together. Jongin lets him set the pace, content to let the pleasure build slowly as he kisses and nips at Yifan’s mouth until his lips are dark and swollen.
Yifan looks so delectable with a flush in his cheeks and his hair messy from sleep. His eyes are half-lidded and he keeps them focused on Jongin when they have to stop kissing to breathe. Jongin’s heart beats frantically, but Yifan keeps it slow, drawing it out because neither of them have anywhere to be today.
It’s so cozy in their little nest and Yifan seems to want to drive Jongin crazy. His thumb dips along the crown of Jongin’s cock and it makes his hips jerk forward every time. Yifan chuckles when it happens and Jongin buries his face in the crook of Yifan’s neck, mumbling about how he hates him even as the love in his chest only balloons until he’s so full of it that he could burst.
When Jongin comes, it’s right after Yifan does because Yifan’s fingers suddenly tighten. Jongin’s caught off guard, his eyes rolling back and a cramp shooting through his left calf as they make a mess on Yifan’s stomach. It’s too early for this and Jongin whines as he lets his orgasm wash through him, finally dropping his weight on Yifan.
Yifan rests his hand on Jongin’s lower back, thumb brushing gently over his spine. They’re dirty now, but it’s still pleasantly warm and Jongin couldn’t care less about the mess between them as he pouts his way into cuddling longer. Yifan is so easy to give in after he’s gotten off and, well, Jongin is usually lethargic and clingy, which suits them both just fine.
The top sheet is sacrificed to wipe the come off Yifan’s fingers and stomach and the moment the sheet is dropped on the floor, Jongin is back on top of him. Jongin gets comfortable, sighing happily when Yifan decides to roll them over. Jongin’s head is on his pillow and Yifan is over him, grinning, and Jongin tries to scowl, but it’s no use. It’s just too cute.
“Good morning,” Yifan whispers.
Jongin hums. “It is now.”
Yifan laughs and Jongin just holds him tighter, legs hooked around Yifan’s thighs so he can bask a little longer. It’s going to be an amazing day.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Yifan
Length: 1100w
Summary: Jongin loves slow, lazy mornings with Yifan. Set in the Almost In Love verse.
Jongin likes the way Yifan looks first thing in the morning. There’s a softness to his features that makes Jongin’s chest bubble with happiness because he’s the only one who gets to see this part of him. Even back when Yifan was slipping in and out of people’s beds as a hobby, Jongin doubts anyone had the time to memorize his face like Jongin does. It’s a handsome face.
Jongin is particularly fond of Yifan’s mouth. Even when Yifan is using it to get himself into trouble, which is often, his mouth is usually expert at getting him out of trouble too. It’s just that Jongin is kind of addicted to how plush and pink Yifan’s lips are, and he’s completely in love with the way they feel on his own and traveling over his skin. Jongin’s fortunate enough to have Yifan’s lips entirely to himself.
There are scattered rays of sunlight slanting through the curtains, filling the room with a soft glow. Jongin carefully slips his feet between Yifan’s because they’re warm and Jongin likes the way Yifan moves to accommodate him even when he’s still asleep. It’s been years since they grew out of the snuggling to sleep every night stage, and yet it still strikes Jongin sometimes and Yifan never pushes him away. It isn’t long before one of Yifan’s arms curls around Jongin’s waist and pulls him close, tucking Jongin under his chin.
Jongin breathes him in, enjoying the cage of security and the love that still sometimes takes him by surprise. He never thought he’d fall for someone like Yifan, but he’d been blindsided, falling for a man so endearingly embarrassing and hopeless that Jongin had been rendered unable to escape. And he’s luckier for it. Yifan may not have seemed like the right match, but he always rose to the challenge of proving Jongin wrong over and over.
The brilliant flame of love that had overcome Jongin in the beginning isn’t as overwhelming anymore. It’s faded to something manageable, to a flickering that constantly simmers through him. It likes to flare hot sometimes, like on lazy mornings when Jongin is content to let Yifan sleep while he basks in their warm sheets and tangled legs.
Jongin was never a romantic; he still manages to surprise himself when he finds himself in the mood to do something sickeningly sweet for Yifan. Like the time he choreographed and danced a routine for Yifan for their one year anniversary, or the time he’d bought fresh flowers to scatter the petals all the way from their front door and to their bedroom when Yifan had gotten a promotion at work.
Jongin feels Yifan slowly hardening against his thigh and another romantic notion prickles at him. Yifan sleeps through Jongin gently pushing him onto his back and then wiggling his way down beneath the covers. It’s still nice and warm and Jongin’s mouth waters when he sees Yifan’s cock laying hard between his legs. He doesn’t hesitate to suck the crown between his lips, tonguing along the slit with a low moan. Jongin’s always enjoyed sucking Yifan off and this time is no different.
Jongin relishes the stretch of his lips when he sinks lower and the salty, musky taste left on his tongue. He feels the way Yifan’s legs spread, his knees bending as Yifan’s hands slip beneath the covers to curl in Jongin’s hair. Yifan is probably still half-asleep, his noises gruff and deep, but he’s awake enough to not thrust into Jongin’s mouth. If there’s one thing that turns Jongin on, it’s Yifan’s voice when he’s gasping out Jongin’s name.
Jongin feels Yifan’s cock growing harder, longer, and he swallows around him just to hear Yifan moaning. Yifan tugs on Jongin’s hair and Jongin lets himself be pulled up. It’s cool out from beneath the blankets, but Jongin is soon encased in warm arms, Yifan’s mouth scorching when he kisses him. They’ve been together so long that morning breath isn’t a deterrent, especially when it comes to lazy mornings like this.
Yifan’s cock is slick as it slides along Jongin’s and Jongin whimpers into Yifan’s mouth, sucking on Yifan’s tongue as they grind together. It’s perfect the way Yifan makes him feel, Jongin’s toes curling and hips stuttering when Yifan takes both their cocks in his hand and strokes them together. Jongin lets him set the pace, content to let the pleasure build slowly as he kisses and nips at Yifan’s mouth until his lips are dark and swollen.
Yifan looks so delectable with a flush in his cheeks and his hair messy from sleep. His eyes are half-lidded and he keeps them focused on Jongin when they have to stop kissing to breathe. Jongin’s heart beats frantically, but Yifan keeps it slow, drawing it out because neither of them have anywhere to be today.
It’s so cozy in their little nest and Yifan seems to want to drive Jongin crazy. His thumb dips along the crown of Jongin’s cock and it makes his hips jerk forward every time. Yifan chuckles when it happens and Jongin buries his face in the crook of Yifan’s neck, mumbling about how he hates him even as the love in his chest only balloons until he’s so full of it that he could burst.
When Jongin comes, it’s right after Yifan does because Yifan’s fingers suddenly tighten. Jongin’s caught off guard, his eyes rolling back and a cramp shooting through his left calf as they make a mess on Yifan’s stomach. It’s too early for this and Jongin whines as he lets his orgasm wash through him, finally dropping his weight on Yifan.
Yifan rests his hand on Jongin’s lower back, thumb brushing gently over his spine. They’re dirty now, but it’s still pleasantly warm and Jongin couldn’t care less about the mess between them as he pouts his way into cuddling longer. Yifan is so easy to give in after he’s gotten off and, well, Jongin is usually lethargic and clingy, which suits them both just fine.
The top sheet is sacrificed to wipe the come off Yifan’s fingers and stomach and the moment the sheet is dropped on the floor, Jongin is back on top of him. Jongin gets comfortable, sighing happily when Yifan decides to roll them over. Jongin’s head is on his pillow and Yifan is over him, grinning, and Jongin tries to scowl, but it’s no use. It’s just too cute.
“Good morning,” Yifan whispers.
Jongin hums. “It is now.”
Yifan laughs and Jongin just holds him tighter, legs hooked around Yifan’s thighs so he can bask a little longer. It’s going to be an amazing day.