talk dirty to me (and i'll show you how much i've missed you)
talk dirty to me (and i'll show you how much i've missed you)
jongdae/yixing; 3,002 words of basically pure smut; nc-17
because sometimes jongdae thinks he might just lose it completely if he has to go one more day without yixing by his side.
((this is actually extremely filthy and i'm ashamed of myself for writing this goodbye))
jongdae has his hands on yixing’s chest, just resting there, teasingly, like he knows that yixing’s just waiting for him to give in, waiting for jongdae to admit that he wants this just as much as yixing does (maybe more).
because it’s no secret, really, that they want each other-it was probably common knowledge even before they knew it themselves-and yet they’re both such stubborn, straight-forward individuals that even once they’re here, finally here, their breath ghosting on the other’s lips, neither one wants to be the one to break.
jongdae tiptoes his fingers, tantalizingly slow up yixing’s chest and across his shoulders and down his back, taking twice as long as he should have to end up with arms wrapped loosely around yixing’s neck and a matching, lazy smile on his lips.
yixing just snorts and hooks his thumbs through the belt loops of jongdae’s jeans, one eyebrow raised in a mocking challenge because two can play at this game of dodging, if that’s what jongdae wants.
“hi,” says jongdae, eyes lidded and his chin lifted up, his neck arced to the side so gracefully that yixing knows he’s doing it on purpose, taunting him just enough so that yixing can’t help but stare, at the curve of his jaw and the slope of his collarbones and the smooth, pale flush of his skin.
because jongdae knows he’s got a perfect neckline, and he also knows that it’s a major turn on for yixing (and to be honest, yixing would be more surprised if jongdae didn’t try to use that to his advantage).
but yixing knows things too, like how jongdae gasps extra loud when you pull on his hair just the right way, and how even though he says he’s not too keen on dirty talk, if you know exactly what to whisper against his ear, jongdae will come just at that (bonus points if it’s while he’s on his knees, face down and moaning into the pillow).
“hi,” yixing answers, and when he leans in to make sure that his lips are hot against jongdae’s ear when the word slides out, his voice husky and low, it’s amazing how just one syllable has jongdae’s fingers tightening in yixing’s tank-top and a sharp, keening whimper bubbling up from the back of his throat.
(because for jongdae, it’s been too long; too long since he’s heard the tone of yixing’s voice and too long since they’ve had a chance to just feel, and really, it’s been driving him absolutely crazy these past few weeks, wanting to touch yixing and be touched and yet having nothing but the memories to keep him sane.)
“not fair,” he hisses back, but yixing is too busy giggling almost childishly against jongdae’s temple because really, it’s so cute how easily jongdae gets wound up; if the subtle, almost unconscious press of jongdae’s hips against his is anything to go by, that is.
jongdae lets out a frustrated groan because he knows he’s lost this one when yixing casually rocks into him with those infuriating dancer hips of his and he has to bite down on his lip to keep himself from giving yixing the satisfaction of hearing him fall apart again.
and really, it’s embarrassing how easily yixing does this to him, how easily yixing turns him into a mess in mere seconds, smiling sweetly the whole time because he knows exactly what he’s doing to jongdae.
and jongdae figures he’s had enough of pretending he doesn’t want this, because yixing is damn good with his body and jongdae’s too aroused to pass up the opportunity to wind his fingers in yixing’s hair and smash their lips together, tasting yixing’s tongue with his and loving the way yixing moans into his mouth and responds with such unrestrained enthusiasm that jongdae almost feels relieved to know that yixing wants him just as badly.
yixing grins at him almost shyly when they break apart, his eyes darkened with lust and want (and also maybe with that gentle affection he usually reserves for their more innocent moments together).
“it’s been too long,” he comments, and jongdae has to agree because they’re both breathless and needy and hard even though they’ve barely done much of anything yet.
jongdae’s actually pretty sure that he wants yixing so bad that he could probably come just like this, with yixing pressing aimless kisses along his jaw and neck and casually feeling up jongdae’s ass like he owns it.
and just from the rolls of yixing’s hips, jongdae’s painfully aware of how long it really has been, reminded of all the nights he’s laid awake fingering himself and imagining yixing’s dick filling him up and fucking him into the mattress-not that he’d ever want to admit it.
(but it isn’t quite the same because nothing he does on his own can ever really measure up to yixing’s powerful hips and the way yixing knows exactly what jongdae likes; how yixing knows exactly how rough jongdae wants it and exactly where he should thrust to give jongdae a damn good reason to scream his name.)
and yixing smirks at him then, when jongdae pulls impatiently at the waistline of his jeans, like he knows what jongdae’s thinking, like he knows that jongdae is this close from verbally demanding yixing to hurry the fuck up and will you just get your dick inside me already, damn it.
and actually, yixing really does know exactly what jongdae’s thinking because he’s thinking it too-because, though yixing would never admit it either, he sometimes does the same, on nights when they’re apart.
because sometimes he wakes up at 3 am with jongdae on his mind and his body temperature flaming from heated dreams, and he jerks off to the thought of jongdae’s mouth on his cock, lips flushed and swollen and deep-throating him like it’s no big deal.
he’ll think of jongdae humming around his dick, his fingers kneading into yixing’s thighs and then ghosting lower, while yixing’s distracted, to tease his entrance.
and even if jongdae doesn’t think he’s good with his hips yixing begs to differ, since he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being on the receiving end of jongdae’s deep, steady thrusts.
(because sometimes jongdae lets yixing ride him, holding yixing’s waist in his lap with strong, sturdy hands and letting him hide his face in jongdae’s shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth parted with gasps of pleasure as he sinks down on jongdae’s dick again and again until his thighs are trembling around jongdae’s waist and it’s all yixing can do to settle with his ass to jongdae’s balls, rocking in his lap and moaning at the thick presence of jongdae’s cock pressed up against his prostate.
and the best part is when jongdae takes control and bends yixing over on the bed, nails digging into pale, muscular thighs, holding yixing’s hips in the air and fucking him until yixing’s sure he sees stars.)
but right now, jongdae’s licking his lips and shoving yixing towards his bed, and the look he gives yixing is so full of want that yixing almost feels like he’d be doing them both a disservice if he didn’t let jongdae have his way.
and as far as he can tell at this point, yixing thinks that having jongdae ride him this time seems like a pretty damn good idea.
jongdae growls low in his throat, an almost predatory sound, and yixing laughs and allows jongdae to push him on to the mattress.
“calm down, princess,” he tells jongdae, grinning at the face jongdae makes at that (because it’s the name jongdae usually reserves for him, when he’s got yixing on his hands and knees and begging brokenly for jongdae to let him come). he lays back willingly on the bed, propping himself up casually on one elbow as his other hand fiddles lazily with the button of his skinny-jeans.
and he spreads his legs just enough to have jongdae biting back a moan because yixing is touching himself, palming his erection through his pants and breathing out jongdae’s name as he thrusts shamelessly into his hand.
“stop, or i’ll come just from watching you,” jongdae says, trying to sound commanding but failing because yixing lets out a particularly loud moan, causing jongdae’s sentence to end in a whimper.
yixing does stop though, because even though he enjoys giving jongdae a show, he’s more interested in jongdae joining him on the bed, sitting between his legs and reaching to work on the clasp of yixing’s jeans.
“wow, jongdae,” yixing says, laughing because jongdae jumps at the sound of his voice, having been so concentrated on undoing yixing’s pants that he didn’t notice him leaning close to breathe against his ear. “how do you live, craving my dick so bad and not being able to have it?”
jongdae shivers at yixing’s words, his face flushing red as he looks away. “none of your business,” he says grumpily and avoiding yixing’s amused gaze.
and at first he looks like he wants to leave it at that but then thinks better of it, instead taking the opportunity to look right into yixing’s eyes as he snaps the button open with an audible pop.
“i touch myself, sometimes,” he confesses, smirking at the way yixing’s eyes widen and definitely not missing the way yixing’s dick twitches underneath his hands as he pulls down the zipper. “i finger myself and i imagine that it’s you.”
and as he says this he slides yixing’s pants and boxers part way down his thighs, freeing yixing’s flushed erection and wasting no time in taking hold of its base with slim, trembling fingers-and yixing’s not sure who takes a sharper intake of breath at the contact, him or jongdae.
yixing moans appreciatively as jongdae works his shaft, taking the opportunity to strip off his tanktop and toss it aside (and laughing when jongdae lets out a rather embarrassing whine at sight of yixing’s bare abdomen flexing in response to the strokes of jongdae’s fingers).
“so eager,” yixing comments and loves the way jongdae glares at him in response.
“grab the lube and shut up.” he says, and then he releases yixing’s dick so he can take his own clothes off, his shirt thrown away unceremoniously and then working at his pants while yixing obediently reaches for the bedside dresser, fumbling through the drawer’s contents until he comes up with the lube and a condom.
when he’s got them both in his hands he returns to a sitting position, and a very impatient and fully-naked jongdae is suddenly straddling his lap, rocking on yixing’s dick so it slides up between his ass cheeks and kissing yixing full on the mouth, his hands coming up to cup yixing’s chin and his lips molding eagerly with yixing’s own.
“hurry up,” he murmurs against yixing’s mouth, and yixing smiles and uses his hands to coax jongdae to lift his hips so he’s kneeling just above yixing’s lap.
“stretch yourself for me, like you do when i’m not here,” he murmurs back, and he likes that his face ends up near jongdae’s chest and he can kiss it gently, then lean his ear close to hear the calming, rhythmic beating of jongdae’s heart.
with jongdae’s own cock red and throbbing and pressed up on yixing’s stomach, it’s impossible to miss the way it jumps with anticipation at his words (especially when jongdae’s thighs tremble under yixing’s fingers and he makes a pleased noise that almost sounds like the pleading mew of a kitten).
jongdae wordlessly takes the bottle between his hands and coats his fingers with a generous amount, gasping and reaching to clutch at yixing’s shoulder with his free hand when the cold of the liquid on his fingers presses up on his entrance.
yixing can feel jongdae’s body shaking as he slowly slides two fingers inside himself, hissing at the protrusion and tightening his grip on yixing’s shoulder, and it’s not long before he gets past the pain and is moaning yixing’s name quietly as he’s thrusting three fingers in as deep as they will go.
“hurry up,” he says again, and jongdae knows his voice sounds needy and ragged but at this point he’s past caring because he’s needs yixing in him now, he needs yixing inside of him and he’s so far gone in a haze of want that he barely registers yixing reaching around him to roll on the condom and coat on more lube.
and then there’s warm hands on his hips and jongdae feels the tip of yixing’s cock, warm and thick and nudging at his stretched entrance. jongdae wiggles his hips and almost lets out a sob of relief as the head pushes inside and then he slowly lowers himself into yixing’s lap.
yixing holds tight to his hips and jongdae temporarily forgets how to breathe as he finally feels himself being filled and stretched with yixing’s cock until he’s taken the whole thing in, all the way to the base and there’s a moment of pause where he just sits there, out of breath and staring at yixing with wide eyes, his skin flushed and his mouth parted in a small ‘oh’ as he experimentally rocks down once on the cock inside of him.
“holy fuck, yixing,” he manages to choke out, his words punctuated by a sharp intake of breath because he’d forgotten how full yixing made him feel.
and then yixing’s got his hands on jongdae’s ass and jongdae has his on yixing’s shoulders and he uses them to lift himself up, up until he’s almost lost the heat of yixing’s dick inside of him, and then he’s sinking back down as yixing thrusts up to meet him, filling him even more than before and somehow to managing to sheathe himself even deeper into jongdae’s ass.
soon they get a rhythm, with jongdae bouncing in yixing’s lap, the lube slicking up yixing's cock just enough so that jongdae can go as fast as he pleases, relishing the friction of the movement and the overwhelming satisfaction of having yixing all himself, to be completely and utterly drowning in everything that is yixing (after having to wait so long just to be back in yixing's arms).
and yixing assists him with hands firm on jongdae’s hips as jongdae fucks himself almost desperately on yixing’s cock, moaning shamelessly and his head falling back when he manages to land just right, his eyes closed and his lips parted in a picture of absolute bliss.
and he looks so wrecked that yixing almost loses himself just from the sight, from knowing that he’s the one who’s got jongdae to this state-that he’s the reason jongdae is rocking back and forth in his lap, so close to his orgasm that he loses his grip on yixing’s shoulders and practically falls on yixing’s dick, crying out as it spears into him and sends such a jolt of both pain and pleasure that he’s gasping through tears at the feeling.
jongdae’s own erection is smearing pre-cum on to both his and yixing’s stomach and he knows he’s so close, so close and he needs yixing to go deeper, so he grabs yixing’s shoulders and falls back on the bed, pulling yixing down with him.
and jongdae is far past being able to form coherent sentences so he spreads his legs as wide as he can, yixing still half-way inside, and he rolls his hips up, demanding and desperate and practically begging for yixing to meet his thrusts, to fuck him so hard that he can’t tell where he ends and yixing begins.
“yixing, please-”
and yixing’s always been good at knowing exactly what jongdae wants and so he thrusts into him, hard and fast and snapping his hips again and again until jongdae’s a writhing mess beneath him, his chest heaving and his back sliding a bit on the mattress from the force of yixing’s movements.
yixing feels it harder for him to grasp a hold on his own breathing, and he lets out a sharp gasp when he comes, still in the middle of rocking into jongdae-and as he rides out his orgasm jongdae comes too, with a choked cry as white paints his both his and yixing’s abdomen.
he falls back on the bed and stays there, his chest sticky with sweat and breathing heavily, and yixing pulls out and takes off the condom (tying and tossing it in what he hopes is the direction of the waste bin), then flops down next to jongdae, face down and exhausted.
jongdae lies there for a while, his hand running through his hair absently as he regains control of his lungs, and eventually he turns his head to the side to look at yixing, who’s still lying on his stomach next to him, his eyes closed.
“wow,” says jongdae, and when yixing opens an eye to look at him jongdae stares back with wide, amazed eyes like he doesn’t believe what just happened.
“what,” says yixing, smiling a little at the way jongdae blinks at him, almost as if in shock.
“when did you get so good?” jongdae eventually pouts playfully and looks back up at the ceiling, his lips pursed in a way that makes yixing want to roll on top of him and kiss him senseless. “i doubt i can live up to that.”
yixing raises an eyebrow when jongdae sighs and turns back towards him. “wanna bet?” he asks, and his voice is gentle and teasing but jongdae’s already moving closer and getting to his hands and knees so he’s hovering over yixing with a smirk sliding into place.
“can you handle it, princess?” he asks, and yixing snorts (but shivers in anticipation too, because just that name falling from jongdae’s lips suggests so much more).
“can you?”
jongdae grins and answers by silencing him with a kiss, soft and slow but very promising.
A/N: i am slightly appalled at myself and not entirely sure where this came from oops
jongdae/yixing; 3,002 words of basically pure smut; nc-17
because sometimes jongdae thinks he might just lose it completely if he has to go one more day without yixing by his side.
((this is actually extremely filthy and i'm ashamed of myself for writing this goodbye))
jongdae has his hands on yixing’s chest, just resting there, teasingly, like he knows that yixing’s just waiting for him to give in, waiting for jongdae to admit that he wants this just as much as yixing does (maybe more).
because it’s no secret, really, that they want each other-it was probably common knowledge even before they knew it themselves-and yet they’re both such stubborn, straight-forward individuals that even once they’re here, finally here, their breath ghosting on the other’s lips, neither one wants to be the one to break.
jongdae tiptoes his fingers, tantalizingly slow up yixing’s chest and across his shoulders and down his back, taking twice as long as he should have to end up with arms wrapped loosely around yixing’s neck and a matching, lazy smile on his lips.
yixing just snorts and hooks his thumbs through the belt loops of jongdae’s jeans, one eyebrow raised in a mocking challenge because two can play at this game of dodging, if that’s what jongdae wants.
“hi,” says jongdae, eyes lidded and his chin lifted up, his neck arced to the side so gracefully that yixing knows he’s doing it on purpose, taunting him just enough so that yixing can’t help but stare, at the curve of his jaw and the slope of his collarbones and the smooth, pale flush of his skin.
because jongdae knows he’s got a perfect neckline, and he also knows that it’s a major turn on for yixing (and to be honest, yixing would be more surprised if jongdae didn’t try to use that to his advantage).
but yixing knows things too, like how jongdae gasps extra loud when you pull on his hair just the right way, and how even though he says he’s not too keen on dirty talk, if you know exactly what to whisper against his ear, jongdae will come just at that (bonus points if it’s while he’s on his knees, face down and moaning into the pillow).
“hi,” yixing answers, and when he leans in to make sure that his lips are hot against jongdae’s ear when the word slides out, his voice husky and low, it’s amazing how just one syllable has jongdae’s fingers tightening in yixing’s tank-top and a sharp, keening whimper bubbling up from the back of his throat.
(because for jongdae, it’s been too long; too long since he’s heard the tone of yixing’s voice and too long since they’ve had a chance to just feel, and really, it’s been driving him absolutely crazy these past few weeks, wanting to touch yixing and be touched and yet having nothing but the memories to keep him sane.)
“not fair,” he hisses back, but yixing is too busy giggling almost childishly against jongdae’s temple because really, it’s so cute how easily jongdae gets wound up; if the subtle, almost unconscious press of jongdae’s hips against his is anything to go by, that is.
jongdae lets out a frustrated groan because he knows he’s lost this one when yixing casually rocks into him with those infuriating dancer hips of his and he has to bite down on his lip to keep himself from giving yixing the satisfaction of hearing him fall apart again.
and really, it’s embarrassing how easily yixing does this to him, how easily yixing turns him into a mess in mere seconds, smiling sweetly the whole time because he knows exactly what he’s doing to jongdae.
and jongdae figures he’s had enough of pretending he doesn’t want this, because yixing is damn good with his body and jongdae’s too aroused to pass up the opportunity to wind his fingers in yixing’s hair and smash their lips together, tasting yixing’s tongue with his and loving the way yixing moans into his mouth and responds with such unrestrained enthusiasm that jongdae almost feels relieved to know that yixing wants him just as badly.
yixing grins at him almost shyly when they break apart, his eyes darkened with lust and want (and also maybe with that gentle affection he usually reserves for their more innocent moments together).
“it’s been too long,” he comments, and jongdae has to agree because they’re both breathless and needy and hard even though they’ve barely done much of anything yet.
jongdae’s actually pretty sure that he wants yixing so bad that he could probably come just like this, with yixing pressing aimless kisses along his jaw and neck and casually feeling up jongdae’s ass like he owns it.
and just from the rolls of yixing’s hips, jongdae’s painfully aware of how long it really has been, reminded of all the nights he’s laid awake fingering himself and imagining yixing’s dick filling him up and fucking him into the mattress-not that he’d ever want to admit it.
(but it isn’t quite the same because nothing he does on his own can ever really measure up to yixing’s powerful hips and the way yixing knows exactly what jongdae likes; how yixing knows exactly how rough jongdae wants it and exactly where he should thrust to give jongdae a damn good reason to scream his name.)
and yixing smirks at him then, when jongdae pulls impatiently at the waistline of his jeans, like he knows what jongdae’s thinking, like he knows that jongdae is this close from verbally demanding yixing to hurry the fuck up and will you just get your dick inside me already, damn it.
and actually, yixing really does know exactly what jongdae’s thinking because he’s thinking it too-because, though yixing would never admit it either, he sometimes does the same, on nights when they’re apart.
because sometimes he wakes up at 3 am with jongdae on his mind and his body temperature flaming from heated dreams, and he jerks off to the thought of jongdae’s mouth on his cock, lips flushed and swollen and deep-throating him like it’s no big deal.
he’ll think of jongdae humming around his dick, his fingers kneading into yixing’s thighs and then ghosting lower, while yixing’s distracted, to tease his entrance.
and even if jongdae doesn’t think he’s good with his hips yixing begs to differ, since he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being on the receiving end of jongdae’s deep, steady thrusts.
(because sometimes jongdae lets yixing ride him, holding yixing’s waist in his lap with strong, sturdy hands and letting him hide his face in jongdae’s shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth parted with gasps of pleasure as he sinks down on jongdae’s dick again and again until his thighs are trembling around jongdae’s waist and it’s all yixing can do to settle with his ass to jongdae’s balls, rocking in his lap and moaning at the thick presence of jongdae’s cock pressed up against his prostate.
and the best part is when jongdae takes control and bends yixing over on the bed, nails digging into pale, muscular thighs, holding yixing’s hips in the air and fucking him until yixing’s sure he sees stars.)
but right now, jongdae’s licking his lips and shoving yixing towards his bed, and the look he gives yixing is so full of want that yixing almost feels like he’d be doing them both a disservice if he didn’t let jongdae have his way.
and as far as he can tell at this point, yixing thinks that having jongdae ride him this time seems like a pretty damn good idea.
jongdae growls low in his throat, an almost predatory sound, and yixing laughs and allows jongdae to push him on to the mattress.
“calm down, princess,” he tells jongdae, grinning at the face jongdae makes at that (because it’s the name jongdae usually reserves for him, when he’s got yixing on his hands and knees and begging brokenly for jongdae to let him come). he lays back willingly on the bed, propping himself up casually on one elbow as his other hand fiddles lazily with the button of his skinny-jeans.
and he spreads his legs just enough to have jongdae biting back a moan because yixing is touching himself, palming his erection through his pants and breathing out jongdae’s name as he thrusts shamelessly into his hand.
“stop, or i’ll come just from watching you,” jongdae says, trying to sound commanding but failing because yixing lets out a particularly loud moan, causing jongdae’s sentence to end in a whimper.
yixing does stop though, because even though he enjoys giving jongdae a show, he’s more interested in jongdae joining him on the bed, sitting between his legs and reaching to work on the clasp of yixing’s jeans.
“wow, jongdae,” yixing says, laughing because jongdae jumps at the sound of his voice, having been so concentrated on undoing yixing’s pants that he didn’t notice him leaning close to breathe against his ear. “how do you live, craving my dick so bad and not being able to have it?”
jongdae shivers at yixing’s words, his face flushing red as he looks away. “none of your business,” he says grumpily and avoiding yixing’s amused gaze.
and at first he looks like he wants to leave it at that but then thinks better of it, instead taking the opportunity to look right into yixing’s eyes as he snaps the button open with an audible pop.
“i touch myself, sometimes,” he confesses, smirking at the way yixing’s eyes widen and definitely not missing the way yixing’s dick twitches underneath his hands as he pulls down the zipper. “i finger myself and i imagine that it’s you.”
and as he says this he slides yixing’s pants and boxers part way down his thighs, freeing yixing’s flushed erection and wasting no time in taking hold of its base with slim, trembling fingers-and yixing’s not sure who takes a sharper intake of breath at the contact, him or jongdae.
yixing moans appreciatively as jongdae works his shaft, taking the opportunity to strip off his tanktop and toss it aside (and laughing when jongdae lets out a rather embarrassing whine at sight of yixing’s bare abdomen flexing in response to the strokes of jongdae’s fingers).
“so eager,” yixing comments and loves the way jongdae glares at him in response.
“grab the lube and shut up.” he says, and then he releases yixing’s dick so he can take his own clothes off, his shirt thrown away unceremoniously and then working at his pants while yixing obediently reaches for the bedside dresser, fumbling through the drawer’s contents until he comes up with the lube and a condom.
when he’s got them both in his hands he returns to a sitting position, and a very impatient and fully-naked jongdae is suddenly straddling his lap, rocking on yixing’s dick so it slides up between his ass cheeks and kissing yixing full on the mouth, his hands coming up to cup yixing’s chin and his lips molding eagerly with yixing’s own.
“hurry up,” he murmurs against yixing’s mouth, and yixing smiles and uses his hands to coax jongdae to lift his hips so he’s kneeling just above yixing’s lap.
“stretch yourself for me, like you do when i’m not here,” he murmurs back, and he likes that his face ends up near jongdae’s chest and he can kiss it gently, then lean his ear close to hear the calming, rhythmic beating of jongdae’s heart.
with jongdae’s own cock red and throbbing and pressed up on yixing’s stomach, it’s impossible to miss the way it jumps with anticipation at his words (especially when jongdae’s thighs tremble under yixing’s fingers and he makes a pleased noise that almost sounds like the pleading mew of a kitten).
jongdae wordlessly takes the bottle between his hands and coats his fingers with a generous amount, gasping and reaching to clutch at yixing’s shoulder with his free hand when the cold of the liquid on his fingers presses up on his entrance.
yixing can feel jongdae’s body shaking as he slowly slides two fingers inside himself, hissing at the protrusion and tightening his grip on yixing’s shoulder, and it’s not long before he gets past the pain and is moaning yixing’s name quietly as he’s thrusting three fingers in as deep as they will go.
“hurry up,” he says again, and jongdae knows his voice sounds needy and ragged but at this point he’s past caring because he’s needs yixing in him now, he needs yixing inside of him and he’s so far gone in a haze of want that he barely registers yixing reaching around him to roll on the condom and coat on more lube.
and then there’s warm hands on his hips and jongdae feels the tip of yixing’s cock, warm and thick and nudging at his stretched entrance. jongdae wiggles his hips and almost lets out a sob of relief as the head pushes inside and then he slowly lowers himself into yixing’s lap.
yixing holds tight to his hips and jongdae temporarily forgets how to breathe as he finally feels himself being filled and stretched with yixing’s cock until he’s taken the whole thing in, all the way to the base and there’s a moment of pause where he just sits there, out of breath and staring at yixing with wide eyes, his skin flushed and his mouth parted in a small ‘oh’ as he experimentally rocks down once on the cock inside of him.
“holy fuck, yixing,” he manages to choke out, his words punctuated by a sharp intake of breath because he’d forgotten how full yixing made him feel.
and then yixing’s got his hands on jongdae’s ass and jongdae has his on yixing’s shoulders and he uses them to lift himself up, up until he’s almost lost the heat of yixing’s dick inside of him, and then he’s sinking back down as yixing thrusts up to meet him, filling him even more than before and somehow to managing to sheathe himself even deeper into jongdae’s ass.
soon they get a rhythm, with jongdae bouncing in yixing’s lap, the lube slicking up yixing's cock just enough so that jongdae can go as fast as he pleases, relishing the friction of the movement and the overwhelming satisfaction of having yixing all himself, to be completely and utterly drowning in everything that is yixing (after having to wait so long just to be back in yixing's arms).
and yixing assists him with hands firm on jongdae’s hips as jongdae fucks himself almost desperately on yixing’s cock, moaning shamelessly and his head falling back when he manages to land just right, his eyes closed and his lips parted in a picture of absolute bliss.
and he looks so wrecked that yixing almost loses himself just from the sight, from knowing that he’s the one who’s got jongdae to this state-that he’s the reason jongdae is rocking back and forth in his lap, so close to his orgasm that he loses his grip on yixing’s shoulders and practically falls on yixing’s dick, crying out as it spears into him and sends such a jolt of both pain and pleasure that he’s gasping through tears at the feeling.
jongdae’s own erection is smearing pre-cum on to both his and yixing’s stomach and he knows he’s so close, so close and he needs yixing to go deeper, so he grabs yixing’s shoulders and falls back on the bed, pulling yixing down with him.
and jongdae is far past being able to form coherent sentences so he spreads his legs as wide as he can, yixing still half-way inside, and he rolls his hips up, demanding and desperate and practically begging for yixing to meet his thrusts, to fuck him so hard that he can’t tell where he ends and yixing begins.
“yixing, please-”
and yixing’s always been good at knowing exactly what jongdae wants and so he thrusts into him, hard and fast and snapping his hips again and again until jongdae’s a writhing mess beneath him, his chest heaving and his back sliding a bit on the mattress from the force of yixing’s movements.
yixing feels it harder for him to grasp a hold on his own breathing, and he lets out a sharp gasp when he comes, still in the middle of rocking into jongdae-and as he rides out his orgasm jongdae comes too, with a choked cry as white paints his both his and yixing’s abdomen.
he falls back on the bed and stays there, his chest sticky with sweat and breathing heavily, and yixing pulls out and takes off the condom (tying and tossing it in what he hopes is the direction of the waste bin), then flops down next to jongdae, face down and exhausted.
jongdae lies there for a while, his hand running through his hair absently as he regains control of his lungs, and eventually he turns his head to the side to look at yixing, who’s still lying on his stomach next to him, his eyes closed.
“wow,” says jongdae, and when yixing opens an eye to look at him jongdae stares back with wide, amazed eyes like he doesn’t believe what just happened.
“what,” says yixing, smiling a little at the way jongdae blinks at him, almost as if in shock.
“when did you get so good?” jongdae eventually pouts playfully and looks back up at the ceiling, his lips pursed in a way that makes yixing want to roll on top of him and kiss him senseless. “i doubt i can live up to that.”
yixing raises an eyebrow when jongdae sighs and turns back towards him. “wanna bet?” he asks, and his voice is gentle and teasing but jongdae’s already moving closer and getting to his hands and knees so he’s hovering over yixing with a smirk sliding into place.
“can you handle it, princess?” he asks, and yixing snorts (but shivers in anticipation too, because just that name falling from jongdae’s lips suggests so much more).
“can you?”
jongdae grins and answers by silencing him with a kiss, soft and slow but very promising.
A/N: i am slightly appalled at myself and not entirely sure where this came from oops