dad jokes //// sulay

eleven.

yixing let himself into the house quietly, taking his shoes off at the front door. he easily found junmyeon's room- the door was purple. he slowly opened the door to it, seeing junmyeon's sleeping figure on the bed, a million stuffed animals surrounding him.

cutie.

yixing scanned the rest of his room- clothes were strewn everywhere, stuffed animals laying here and there. he shook his head, junmyeon really wasn't joking when he said he didn't clean. he took off his jacket, leaving him in only some grey adidas sweatpants. he put his jacket and phone on a chair, running a hand through his hair as he walked over to junmyeon's bed.

he was sleeping soundly, curled into a little ball and hugging a stuffed animal closely to his chest- a favorite of his, yixing assumed. yixing sighed, not wanting to wake the boy. he crawled into the bed, moving some stuffed animals but not knocking them off the bed. he slowly pulled junmyeon close to him, junmyeon's head pressed softly against yixing's bare chest. the smaller stirred, eyelids fluttering open.

junmyeon's doe eyes stared up at yixing tiredly. he smiled slightly.

"hey, xing xing," junmyeon said sleepily, rubbing his eyes, "you just get here?"

"yeah," yixing said, staring at junmyeon's lips. how great it would feel to have the other call him oppa again, have him completely wrecked from just kissing him.

"my room is messy..." junmyeon said, suddenly realizing where he was and who he was with, eyebrows furrowing together, "and i probably look not so nice-"

yixing flipped the elder onto his back, hovering over him with two hands caging him in. junmyeon stared up at him, doe eyes impossibly wide.

"what gives, bunny?" yixing asked.

"w-what?" junmyeon stuttered out, confused yet aroused by the close proximity.

"you think you can just call me oppa and not have me react?" yixing asked, eyes narrowed to slits. junmyeon was outrageously confused. yixing was being intimidating, and the elder didn't even know that yixing had such a dominant side to him. he liked it, though.

"w-what do you mean?" junmyeon asked, cheeks going pink as he realized what he was being accused of. junmyeon had an oppa kink, but he didn't remember calling yixing that.

"you know what i mean," yixing scoffed, "earlier, when i was about to hang up the phone, you called me oppa. that's a dangerous game to play, bunno."

junmyeon shifted, fully awake now as he stared at yixing. god, was he hot. his eyes traveled down to yixing's torso, those abs, that v-line, that... boner?

"x-xing-" junmyeon started, eyes fleeting back to meet his boyfriend's. yixing suddenly surprised him with a kiss, much, much dirtier than the one they shared at the bakery.

"and here i thought you were innocent," yixing said, voice much deeper than usual and sending chills down junmyeon's spine. yixing trailed kisses down junmyeon's jaw, sucking dark hickeys down the pale skin of his smooth neck. junmyeon moaned softly, hands going to clench around yixing's biceps.

"o-oppa," junmyeon whined, dazed as yixing continued with his torture. where was the sweet boy who called him perfect and pretty every chance he got? he seemed to be replaced by a much darker, sadistic person, and junmyeon was for some reason... excited.

"yes, doll?" yixing hummed, beginning to grind his hard-on against junmyeon's bum. the elder moaned, throwing his head back against the pillows.

"my- my roommate will hear," junmyeon said, biting onto the back of his hand as his own erection steadily grew.