«You know, gege, you should stop doing that damned thing on stage,» Sehun said, with a clearly fake angry expression while getting dangerously closer to Yixing.
«Which "thing", Hunnie?» Yixing asked, blinking rapidly while a mischievous grin appeared on his face.
«Hip thrusts and getting naked, for example?»
«That's part of the routine, I can't really refuse to do that. And we all get naked on stage when we change behind the curtain. That's supposed to be like that...» he shot back, snaking an arm around the taller boy that was standing in front of him.
«Yeah, but you always do something more,» the younger answered as he got closer to the older and gently pushed him until he hit the wall behind him, «And I don't know how the hell I always manage to control myself. Sooner or later I will jump on you on stage, I swear.»
«You can always do it now...» the older suggested, brushing the younger's forearm with his fingertips while glancing around the empty room they were in.
The other didn't wait for not even a second and roughly pressed his dry lips on the other's plump ones, claiming them as his. He flushed his body against Yixing's, who was against the white wall of the changing room. One of his hands went into the Chinese boy's hair, at first merely combing it, then pulling at it and ruffling it as they deepened the messy kiss. A kiss that tasted like desire, but also longing, because due to Yixing's busy schedule, in those few months they had rarely been able to see each other - except when they were on tour. But being on tour also meant having no free time to spend alone and do what they wanted, always ending up making out in the most unpredictable and crazy places and times. Like that one, in the desert changing room after their show in China, on a hot night of August.
They were so desperate to have some valuable and unforgettable time together, that they didn't even care to slow down, too caught up in their satisfaction of being finally reunited with their significant other. Their lips moved crazily, their eyes shut in what seemed like a battle against the ticking of seconds, minutes, that could have meant the arrival of their groupmates.
Yixing encircled Sehun's waist with his arms, while slightly tilting his head upward to make the kiss easier. He stroked the younger's back lazily as he felt the other leaning against him, pressing him further against the solid surface behind him, and at the same time licking and sucking his bottom lip. The older opened his mouth to emit a low moan, and Sehun took advantage of that to add his tongue into the kiss, taking it to the next level. The hand that before was tugging at Yixing's hair was now gently placed on his cheek, where it caressed the soft skin covered with make-up, while the other sneaked to his hips. They kissed for what seemed like hours, low groans and whimpers escaping their mouths from time to time as they enjoyed what they were doing.
«Shit, that was good,» Sehun commented once they parted to regain their breath, now shallow.
«Yeah, right?» Lay replied, pecking the taller boy's lips before tracing with his index finger the outline of Sehun's jaw.
The maknae shivered a little under that feather-like touch and smiled when he saw his lover relaxing and stretching his lips into a warm and dimpled smile.
«I love you»
«I love you too,» Sehun said, before starting peppering Yixing's sensitive neck with quick kisses, enjoying the little squirms and noises the other was making.
Yixing didn't even try to protest to that pleasurable assault to his most vulnerable part, he had missed those lips against his skin too much to do it. Instead, he just closed his eyes and let it happen. He hated being always on the run, flying here and there to film or to do some promotions; being away meant not seeing or touching the maknae, and hearing his voice only on the phone or seeing his face on Skype was starting to be not enough for him. He needed their relationship to be also physical, as he had always been a touchy person. He needed to feel the love and the emotion flowing between their connected bodies, intoxicating his mind until he couldn't take it anymore.
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Heal Me
Fanfiction«Heal me, then» he heard the other say. And before he could even register those words in his brain, their lips were touching. Just a short-chaptered fic on my lovely OTP. This is set in the Love Me Right era, more or less. Hope you guys like it! I...
