EXO Drabbles - prinxing

[Luhan/Lay] Day Ten

Yixing has the most beautiful back Lu Han had ever seen.

He loved to watch the way his muscles shifted as he moved, those carved shoulder blades jutting just below his flushed, pale skin. His spine curved a little more with every thrust, leading Lu Han's ravenous eyes down to the dimples on Yixing's lower back. Lu Han's hands fit snugly at the bend of Yixing's waist, grip tight and fingers pressing hard into familiar places as he pushes and pulls at Yixing's lean body. He groans at the feeling of being inside of Yixing, the younger's slick walls fluttering around him.

Yixing was a sight to behold when he was on his hands and knees, grinding back wantonly and moaning without a care. He was quieter on his back, both of them face to face and eye to eye, biting his pretty pink lips raw as he tried to keep himself together. It makes Lu Han wonder what he's trying to hide when Lu Han has already seen everything, has already unraveled Yixing piece by piece until there was nothing else left to discover.

Or so he'd like to think.

Yixing was constantly changing, constantly moving, constantly looking forward. It was fitting that Lu Han would be behind him like this, watching his back, trying to keep up with Yixing's own steady pace. He holds him close so they won't separate, meeting Yixing halfway, thrust-for-thrust. He likes to touch every last inch of his velvety skin in hopes that one day they'll fuse together. He leaves bite marks and bruises and sweet kisses full of love, praying that when the day comes that Yixing steps forward and doesn't look back, he'll look at himself and find Lu Han's love on every inch of him, that he'll never forget.

It's a little bittersweet to think that they could lose this thing that they have between them, this moment of raw passion where Lu Han spreads Yixing open and loves him the way that he deserves, the way that Yixing would never let anyone else do. Yixing's weaknesses are hidden behind walls, but Lu Han has broken them down countless times, has had Yixing crying and moaning and whimpering underneath him.

He'd hate to ruin it all, the comfort they find in each other as friends that are sometimes something a little more. Yet some days, Lu Han wishes he could just confess what he feels instead of cowardly leaving behind only remnants of it on Yixing's body. He wants Yixing to know with words instead of just unspoken silences, wants to make it clear and make sure that Yixing understands the depth of Lu Han's feelings for him, that he's not just saying them.

But most days, Yixing bends for him without question, no words needed. And perhaps that's the way they'll always work. Exchanging conversations with their eyes and love with their bodies. Maybe they'll say it, or maybe they never will. What matters is that they're together, that Lu Han has Yixing with him now, looking back at him over his shoulder, begging for more, crying out for Lu Han and pushing back to feel him that much deeper.

So like always Lu Han holds him tight, pulls him close and fills him to the brim with his love, head thrown back, Yixing's name on his lips, and a wish in his heart.