let's play a game
Title: let's play a game
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongdae/Yixing
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,366 words
Summary: Yixing doesn't really want to watch a movie.
It had been an innocent enough request, Jongdae supposes. The group had settled down to watch some sort of movie after dinner, and Yixing had pulled him down to the floor against the side of the couch. “Sit with me,” the Chinese man had commanded cheerfully, pulling Jongdae onto his lap before the younger could protest. And because Jongdae liked Yixing, he’d simply settled between Yixing’s legs and leaned back, giving him a gentle smile when the other secured his arms around Jongdae’s waist. “Okay.”
Now Jongdae is regretting his decision though, because Yixing is breathing against his neck and rubbing his thumbs in small circles against the indents of his hipbones and it’s really not fair, because Yixing’s just playing, Yixing has no idea what this does to Jongdae, has no idea that Jongdae gets off to his name under the covers at four in the morning, has no idea that simple touches like these send signals to Jongdae in a completely different way than intended.
The movie is flashing across the screen but Jongdae can only focus on the soft lips that brush against his skin, the rough pads of fingers that are now splayed teasingly over his abdomen underneath his hoodie, and he’s trying hard to keep his breathing steady, relaxed, but it’s not working and he bites his lip to keep a soft “oh” from escaping when he feels those fingers press down on his sides. The air hitches in his throat instead, and suddenly Yixing’s tongue is trailing along the corner of his jaw and behind his ear and maybe Yixing knows exactly what he’s doing to Jongdae, knows exactly what signals his touches are sending to the younger man.
Jongdae manages to turn his head just slightly, catching a glimpse of Yixing’s playful smirk as he bites gently at Jongdae’s earlobe, and the younger grimaces at his embarrassing reaction, an audible gasp that has the other chuckling lowly.
“Let’s play a game,” Yixing murmurs quietly, and Jongdae trembles at the unbearably warm puffs of air against his ear. Yixing’s fingers are playing with the waistband of his sweatpants, and Jongdae can’t seem conjure up the organized thought process that’s needed to give a coherent reply.
Yixing continues in a whisper, his breath still tickling in Jongdae’s ear. “It’s a game where I get you off, right here, right now, and,” he grins against Jongdae’s temple, his fingers crawling underneath Jongdae’s sweatpants and still lower between his thighs, “you have to keep it a secret from the others in this room.”
Jongdae’s eyes fly open (had he closed them?), and he groans as Yixing suddenly drags his thumb along the the outline of his member, already half-hard from Yixing’s touches. Squirming between Yixing’s legs, Jongdae twists his upper body around to give Yixing a nervous stare, even with his eyes half glazed with desire. “Yixing-”
But the older man presses an index finger against Jongdae’s lips, shushing him. “Shh.” he smiles at Jongdae, his expression deceivingly innocent. “They haven’t noticed yet, have they?” The two of them aren’t really in direct view of the other members, and Yixing’s other hand is quite distracting, still palming Jongdae through the cloth of his boxers, coaxing him to full hardness, and the younger only manages to choke out some sort of consent, giving in and letting his head lean back against Yixing’s shoulder as the other finally slides Jongdae’s underwear down, wrapping strong fingers around his dick and jerking once upwards along the shaft. With a sharp intake of breath, Jongdae bites down hard on his bottom lip to keep silent, his eyes screwed shut and his fingers digging into Yixing’s thighs.
Yixing continues to pump his hand along Jongdae’s erection in swift strokes, and it becomes increasingly more difficult for the younger man to remain silent, his mouth parted with heavy breaths as the pleasuring sensations shiver through his body. Yixing whispers encouraging words hot against his ear, and a not-so-quiet mewl escapes Jongdae’s lips as the other’s hand travels still lower, reaching without warning behind Jongdae’s balls and pushing up on his entrance.
And then it’s gone, and Jongdae’s almost about to protest, but when Yixing presses the same fingers to Jongdae’s lips his voice quickly dies in his throat. Instead, he eagerly sucks three of Yixing’s fingers into his mouth, coating them with his saliva and almost whining at the loss when Yixing removes them soon enough and reaches back again to where he was before.
With a low, shameful moan that Jongdae fervently hopes no one hears, he draws his knees up to give Yixing easier access, his toes curling into the carpet as Yixing touches his entrance again and slowly slides one finger inside, carefully stretching the tight muscles that clench automatically against the foreign feeling. Jongdae has to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his voice when Yixing adds another finger, scissoring them within Jongdae’s heat and pushing them up even farther. The odd feeling turns into a spark of intense pleasure when the other manages to crook his fingers against Jongdae’s prostate, causing the younger man to bite down hard on the sleeve of his hoodie as another guilty moan bubbles from his throat.
As he adds in a third finger, Yixing’s free hand takes hold of Jongdae’s erection again, pulling in short strokes and pressing his thumb against the head. Jongdae chokes back a sob, tears stinging in his eyes from trying to hold back the noise, and he attempts to spread his quivering thighs even farther apart, his head lolled back on Yixing’s shoulder and both hands clasped tight over his mouth.
He knows he’s close, and Yixing can tell too, because he increases the speed of his movements, fucking Jongdae open with his fingers and dragging his nails along the underside of Jongdae’s dick. Jongdae wants to release, wants to let go, and he’s falling apart in Yixing’s lap, but he’s afraid of the sounds that will no doubt escape his mouth at the point of climax. The other can sense Jongdae’s uneasiness, can see the tears silently streaking down the other’s cheeks, and he scrapes his teeth harshly up Jongdae’s neck, breathing raggedly against Jongdae’s skin.
“Come for me,” he mutters roughly into the other’s ear, jerking his fingers up forcefully. Jongdae moans desperately against his hands, shaking his head in refusal, but he can feel himself going over the edge, unable to hold back, and he turns his face into Yixing’s neck, his hands still covering his suppressed whimpers as he climaxes, spurting over Yixing’s fist, against his thighs, and ruining the inside of his sweatpants, a few strings managing to splatter on his exposed lower abdomen, where his hoodie had ridden up.
Jongdae collapses shakily in Yixing’s lap, breathing shallowly as he curls into Yixing’s chest and allows the other to wrap his arms around his waist. He feels spent and tired, but it’s hard not to notice Yixing’s own arousal pressing up on his back, and he shifts his head, his gaze flickering uncertainly to meet Yixing’s.
Before either of them can make a statement, the light in the room flickers on and Jongdae registers that the credits are rolling on the tv screen, and he quickly tries to shrink into Yixing’s embrace, praying that no one notices his disheveled state.
He’s not so lucky. Baekhyun peers over the side of the couch at the two of them with wide, curious eyes, blinking in confusion at Jongdae. “What’s wrong with you?”
Yixing speaks up for the other, giving Baekhyun a cheeky smile. “The movie scared him.”
Jongdae punches Yixing half-heartedly on the arm, and Baekhyun raises a disbelieving eyebrow. “Really.”
“Really.” Yixing nods his head, ignoring Jongdae’s fists.
With another suspicious stare, Baekhyun squints at the pair until Chanyeol suddenly pops up behind the other and somehow thinks it would be funny to wack Baekhyun upside the head, effectively distracting the vocalist. Yixing quickly pulls Jongdae tight against his chest, and Jongdae gives him a disapproving frown. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a scary movie.”
Yixing just shrugs, still grinning. “Not like I was paying attention.” To emphasize his point, he wriggles underneath Jongdae, reminding the other of his problem. “Can we continue now?”
Jongdae doesn’t really want to say no to that, so when they get the chance they manage to slip away to Yixing’s room, and even if the others didn’t notice what they were doing during the movie, Jongdae’s almost positive that they figured out exactly what happened behind that locked door.
A/N: help i dont know how to porn i dont know what i jsut wrote i dont know what im doing and why wh y wh ytfbd sdlkvb im so sorry
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongdae/Yixing
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,366 words
Summary: Yixing doesn't really want to watch a movie.
It had been an innocent enough request, Jongdae supposes. The group had settled down to watch some sort of movie after dinner, and Yixing had pulled him down to the floor against the side of the couch. “Sit with me,” the Chinese man had commanded cheerfully, pulling Jongdae onto his lap before the younger could protest. And because Jongdae liked Yixing, he’d simply settled between Yixing’s legs and leaned back, giving him a gentle smile when the other secured his arms around Jongdae’s waist. “Okay.”
Now Jongdae is regretting his decision though, because Yixing is breathing against his neck and rubbing his thumbs in small circles against the indents of his hipbones and it’s really not fair, because Yixing’s just playing, Yixing has no idea what this does to Jongdae, has no idea that Jongdae gets off to his name under the covers at four in the morning, has no idea that simple touches like these send signals to Jongdae in a completely different way than intended.
The movie is flashing across the screen but Jongdae can only focus on the soft lips that brush against his skin, the rough pads of fingers that are now splayed teasingly over his abdomen underneath his hoodie, and he’s trying hard to keep his breathing steady, relaxed, but it’s not working and he bites his lip to keep a soft “oh” from escaping when he feels those fingers press down on his sides. The air hitches in his throat instead, and suddenly Yixing’s tongue is trailing along the corner of his jaw and behind his ear and maybe Yixing knows exactly what he’s doing to Jongdae, knows exactly what signals his touches are sending to the younger man.
Jongdae manages to turn his head just slightly, catching a glimpse of Yixing’s playful smirk as he bites gently at Jongdae’s earlobe, and the younger grimaces at his embarrassing reaction, an audible gasp that has the other chuckling lowly.
“Let’s play a game,” Yixing murmurs quietly, and Jongdae trembles at the unbearably warm puffs of air against his ear. Yixing’s fingers are playing with the waistband of his sweatpants, and Jongdae can’t seem conjure up the organized thought process that’s needed to give a coherent reply.
Yixing continues in a whisper, his breath still tickling in Jongdae’s ear. “It’s a game where I get you off, right here, right now, and,” he grins against Jongdae’s temple, his fingers crawling underneath Jongdae’s sweatpants and still lower between his thighs, “you have to keep it a secret from the others in this room.”
Jongdae’s eyes fly open (had he closed them?), and he groans as Yixing suddenly drags his thumb along the the outline of his member, already half-hard from Yixing’s touches. Squirming between Yixing’s legs, Jongdae twists his upper body around to give Yixing a nervous stare, even with his eyes half glazed with desire. “Yixing-”
But the older man presses an index finger against Jongdae’s lips, shushing him. “Shh.” he smiles at Jongdae, his expression deceivingly innocent. “They haven’t noticed yet, have they?” The two of them aren’t really in direct view of the other members, and Yixing’s other hand is quite distracting, still palming Jongdae through the cloth of his boxers, coaxing him to full hardness, and the younger only manages to choke out some sort of consent, giving in and letting his head lean back against Yixing’s shoulder as the other finally slides Jongdae’s underwear down, wrapping strong fingers around his dick and jerking once upwards along the shaft. With a sharp intake of breath, Jongdae bites down hard on his bottom lip to keep silent, his eyes screwed shut and his fingers digging into Yixing’s thighs.
Yixing continues to pump his hand along Jongdae’s erection in swift strokes, and it becomes increasingly more difficult for the younger man to remain silent, his mouth parted with heavy breaths as the pleasuring sensations shiver through his body. Yixing whispers encouraging words hot against his ear, and a not-so-quiet mewl escapes Jongdae’s lips as the other’s hand travels still lower, reaching without warning behind Jongdae’s balls and pushing up on his entrance.
And then it’s gone, and Jongdae’s almost about to protest, but when Yixing presses the same fingers to Jongdae’s lips his voice quickly dies in his throat. Instead, he eagerly sucks three of Yixing’s fingers into his mouth, coating them with his saliva and almost whining at the loss when Yixing removes them soon enough and reaches back again to where he was before.
With a low, shameful moan that Jongdae fervently hopes no one hears, he draws his knees up to give Yixing easier access, his toes curling into the carpet as Yixing touches his entrance again and slowly slides one finger inside, carefully stretching the tight muscles that clench automatically against the foreign feeling. Jongdae has to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his voice when Yixing adds another finger, scissoring them within Jongdae’s heat and pushing them up even farther. The odd feeling turns into a spark of intense pleasure when the other manages to crook his fingers against Jongdae’s prostate, causing the younger man to bite down hard on the sleeve of his hoodie as another guilty moan bubbles from his throat.
As he adds in a third finger, Yixing’s free hand takes hold of Jongdae’s erection again, pulling in short strokes and pressing his thumb against the head. Jongdae chokes back a sob, tears stinging in his eyes from trying to hold back the noise, and he attempts to spread his quivering thighs even farther apart, his head lolled back on Yixing’s shoulder and both hands clasped tight over his mouth.
He knows he’s close, and Yixing can tell too, because he increases the speed of his movements, fucking Jongdae open with his fingers and dragging his nails along the underside of Jongdae’s dick. Jongdae wants to release, wants to let go, and he’s falling apart in Yixing’s lap, but he’s afraid of the sounds that will no doubt escape his mouth at the point of climax. The other can sense Jongdae’s uneasiness, can see the tears silently streaking down the other’s cheeks, and he scrapes his teeth harshly up Jongdae’s neck, breathing raggedly against Jongdae’s skin.
“Come for me,” he mutters roughly into the other’s ear, jerking his fingers up forcefully. Jongdae moans desperately against his hands, shaking his head in refusal, but he can feel himself going over the edge, unable to hold back, and he turns his face into Yixing’s neck, his hands still covering his suppressed whimpers as he climaxes, spurting over Yixing’s fist, against his thighs, and ruining the inside of his sweatpants, a few strings managing to splatter on his exposed lower abdomen, where his hoodie had ridden up.
Jongdae collapses shakily in Yixing’s lap, breathing shallowly as he curls into Yixing’s chest and allows the other to wrap his arms around his waist. He feels spent and tired, but it’s hard not to notice Yixing’s own arousal pressing up on his back, and he shifts his head, his gaze flickering uncertainly to meet Yixing’s.
Before either of them can make a statement, the light in the room flickers on and Jongdae registers that the credits are rolling on the tv screen, and he quickly tries to shrink into Yixing’s embrace, praying that no one notices his disheveled state.
He’s not so lucky. Baekhyun peers over the side of the couch at the two of them with wide, curious eyes, blinking in confusion at Jongdae. “What’s wrong with you?”
Yixing speaks up for the other, giving Baekhyun a cheeky smile. “The movie scared him.”
Jongdae punches Yixing half-heartedly on the arm, and Baekhyun raises a disbelieving eyebrow. “Really.”
“Really.” Yixing nods his head, ignoring Jongdae’s fists.
With another suspicious stare, Baekhyun squints at the pair until Chanyeol suddenly pops up behind the other and somehow thinks it would be funny to wack Baekhyun upside the head, effectively distracting the vocalist. Yixing quickly pulls Jongdae tight against his chest, and Jongdae gives him a disapproving frown. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a scary movie.”
Yixing just shrugs, still grinning. “Not like I was paying attention.” To emphasize his point, he wriggles underneath Jongdae, reminding the other of his problem. “Can we continue now?”
Jongdae doesn’t really want to say no to that, so when they get the chance they manage to slip away to Yixing’s room, and even if the others didn’t notice what they were doing during the movie, Jongdae’s almost positive that they figured out exactly what happened behind that locked door.
A/N: help i dont know how to porn i dont know what i jsut wrote i dont know what im doing and why wh y wh ytfbd sdlkvb im so sorry