BL ONESHOTS NO.5

²⁰⁰⁰🥰🥵Tan x Fang

"You're late," Fang said, not looking up from his book. The words were clipped, but there was no bite behind them.

"Yeah, traffic," Tan replied, tossing his keys on the table. He knew Fang didn't buy it.

Fang sighed, setting his book down. "Every time you're late, it's 'yeah, traffic'. What is it really?"

"It's always traffic," Tan said, smiling. He stepped closer and kissed the top of Fang's head. "But tonight's different. I have a surprise for you."

Fang looked up, eyebrows raised. "Really? What is it?"

"You'll see." Tan took Fang's hand, leading him to the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit by candles on the nightstand and a string of fairy lights hanging above the bed. A faint scent of vanilla filled the air.

"Tan," Fang whispered, a hint of excitement in his voice. "What's all this?"

"It's our anniversary," Tan said, turning to face him. "Four years, can you believe it?"

Fang nodded, his eyes searching Tan's. "What are we doing?"

"What we do best," Tan whispered back, pulling him closer. Their eyes locked for a moment before Fang leaned in to kiss him. It was slow and gentle, a promise of the passion to come.

Fang's hand slid down Tan's back, resting on his hip. "I've missed this," he murmured against Tan's lips.

"Me too," Tan admitted, his voice low. He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar warmth of Fang's body against his own. "Let's make tonight one to remember."

They undressed each other, the sound of fabric slipping off skin echoing in the quiet room. Tan felt Fang's heart racing, his breath coming in quick gasps. They'd been together a long time, but the excitement was as fresh as their first night.

Fang's hand trailed down Tan's chest, lingering over his stomach. Tan shivered, his own hands working at the buttons of Fang's shirt.

"I love you," Fang murmured, his breath warm against Tan's ear.

"I love you, too," Tan replied, his voice thick with desire.

And with that, they fell onto the bed, limbs entangled, ready to explore each other's bodies like they had never done before.

Fang took the lead, his hands skimming over Tan's bare skin as if he was uncovering hidden treasure. Tan felt his heart race in response to every touch, his breath hitching as Fang's fingers traced the lines of his body. They were familiar with each other's every curve and contour, yet every caress felt like the first time.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a silent rhythm that had been perfected over the years. Tan's hands found their way to Fang's waist, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his arousal pressing into his thigh. The anticipation was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to charge the air around them.

Fang broke the kiss, his eyes dark with need. "Let's make this count," he whispered.

Tan nodded, a grin playing at the corner of his lips. He knew exactly what Fang was suggesting. They'd talked about this, dreamt about it, but never quite got around to making it happen.

They moved in perfect sync, their movements a dance they had practiced countless times. Fang reached for the nightstand drawer, his hand trembling slightly as he pulled out the lube and a blindfold. "Trust me?" he asked, his voice a seductive murmur.

Tan swallowed hard, nodding his assent. He felt Fang's hand gently slip the blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. His other senses heightened in response, every sound and touch magnified. The bed dipped as Fang settled between his legs, the mattress groaning softly.