EXO Drabbles - prinxing

[Luhan/Lay] Day Six

Lu Han huffs in shock when Yixing pushes him down onto the couch, eyes wide as he stares up at the younger man. "What's going on?" he demands, confused by the look of determination in the other's gaze.

"You've been overworking yourself," Yixing states as a matter of factly, shrugging before stabbing his finger harshly into Lu Han's forehead and making him flinch. "So I'm going to force you to relax."

Speechless, Lu Han watches Yixing step backwards with a satisfied smile, the younger turning around and giving Lu Han a great view of his ass in those tight jeans when he bends over to push the coffee table to the side. Once it's moved, there is a huge space in the middle of the living room and Lu Han is still confused about what is going on.

"Xing," he tries to reason, starting to stand up. "I'm not sure how rearranging our furniture is going to help me relax–"

Within seconds Yixing is on him, shoving him back into the couch, but this time he climbs on to straddle Lu Han's thighs. Yixing doesn't give the other even a moment to catch himself before he's cupping Lu Han's face and kissing him, hard. Automatically Lu Han's hands find their way to Yixing's slender waist, the clothed lean muscle under his hands promising hot skin that was begging to be touched.

But just as quick as Yixing had been on him, he's off, and this time when he backs away his lips are wet and glistening, those hooded eyes looking back at Lu Han making the elder twitch in his pants. "Don't try to get up again," Yixing warns with a waggle of his finger, a small smirk pulling up at the corner of his lips. "Or you won't get the surprise."

At that one word Lu Han's imagination runs wild, lips parted as a million different scenarios run through his head. Yixing returns from the bedroom with his speaker and iPod in his hands, but what catches Lu Han's eye is not that. It's what Yixing is wearing: Lu Han's favorite snapback, red blazer, and his black tank top that clings to Yixing's gorgeous body sinfully. If Yixing's tight black jeans weren't already making him salivate, now he was absolutely drooling.

"What are you doing?" Lu Han wonders again as he watches Yixing set down the speakers, voice cracking embarrassingly.

"What I should have done a week ago, before I came home last night to find you passed out on the couch with a frown on your face," Yixing responds, but doesn't offer any further information before and Yixing changes into another person right before his eyes, hips swaying as he melts into the dancer side of him that Lu Han hasn't gotten the chance to see as often after they graduated.

Except what he doesn't expect is Yixing slowly losing everything he's wearing as he moves, the elder completely oblivious when the other flings the hat behind himself. Even when Yixing starts shaking off the blazer when he dances to show off his beautifully muscled shoulders, Lu Han still hasn't caught on, too busy watching the way Yixing moves his body. It's not until Yixing starts raising the tank top that Lu Han's breath catches in his throat, body slumping backwards when Yixing's abs move with his body rolls.

"Oh fuck," Lu Han gasps, feeling himself harden completely as he watches the little streams of sweat travel down Yixing's golden body and under the visible waistband of his briefs. Yixing only smirks in response, fringe a little sweaty, and when he finally pulls the top over his head, his hair pushes back. Now Yixing is shirtless as he moves, dusky nipples pert in the cool air, rolling his body again before moving his hands to the button of his jeans. Lu Han can't suppress his moan when Yixing pulls down the zipper, allowing the jeans to slide down a little and reveal the sharp jut of his perfect hip bones.

What happens after that, Lu Han can't say, because as soon as Yixing is naked he's on him again, giving him a lap dance. Lu Han is gone at this point, unable to function at the sight of Yixing sweaty, hard, and undulating on him with the most impish lip bite known to man. Whether Yixing's existence was the work of god or the devil, Lu Han will never know, but he's on cloud nine by the time Yixing is riding him into the next morning, Yixing's name a prayer on his lips.