exomeme | part seventy

part seventy

EUREUREONG EUREUREONG EUREUREONG（●＾o＾●）

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508w, loosely hp au??

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He doesn’t quite know how he got there, hidden away in one of Hogwarts’s many gardens with Yixing tucked against him, leaning back against the brick wall rising high above them. From the balcony near its top Lu Han can hear the music and chatter of the Yule Ball still going on, and on Yixing’s cheeks he can still catch the glow of alcohol from one or ten too many eggnogs for Yixing’s lightweight appetite, but right now he isn’t thinking about that. Yixing has stopped giggling, too, his grip on Lu Han’s forearm loosening as he regains his own balance, weight resting back on his own two feet as the cold air outside gradually sobers him up.

He can feel it too, the giddiness slowly draining from his veins, and he thinks that with it maybe the desire to kiss his best friend might, too, but he has no such luck. He’s wanted to since Yixing met him outside the Ravenclaw common room with his hair curled gently above his eyes and his lips curved in a soft smile that lay somewhere between shy and mischievous; or maybe since he’d first asked Yixing, the night before, and Yixing had jokingly flirted back, lips moments away from Lu Han’s own before they’d swerved up to plant a good-night kiss square on his nose, deceptively innocent as he asked, ‘Isn’t that what dates are supposed to do?’

Lu Han had meant it as a platonic affair, and perhaps jokes aside Yixing had too, but the way Yixing’s breath hitches now, as Lu Han rests a hand against the curve of his neck, thumb stroking idly over the sensitive skin, is far from platonic. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to kiss Yixing before, but now with the blood thrumming loud in his ears Lu Han can’t remember ever not wanting to, as if it’s always been there, just as Yixing has always been there.

His thumb stills, pressing down with a pressure that pulls a soft sound out of Yixing’s throat, desperate and needy and echoing his own thoughts. He can see Yixing's eyes shut when he leans in, his lips parting slightly in anticipation of the kiss. It's cute though, Yixing like this, so he doesn't feel too bad teasing him, hovering there just out of Yixing's reach until the shorter boy loses his patience and, eyes flashing open with a spark of annoyance, grabs Luhan's robe to just take the kiss himself.

'Jerk,' he mumbles against Lu Han's lips, though there’s no heat behind his words, 'see if I ever let you kiss me again.' And the thought of kissing Yixing again sends his mind reeling, but Lu Han just laughs into it, arms wrapping around Yixing’s waist so that he can back them further against the wall, 'That's alright, I'll let you kiss me whenever you want.'

He earns himself a laugh and a light shove in the chest for his cheesiness, but he also earns himself another kiss, so he figures he isn’t doing all that bad.

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wow there was supposed to be backstory but then i couldn't figure out how to fit it so instead there is just.. this... u_u i'll uh maybe get the backstory in there somehow later

;___; this is my favorite kind of layhan. i love this anon

ty anon :* i'm a one trick pony when it comes to layhan aha but i'm glad you like it!! ;;

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part seventy

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