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part seventy

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all my points to chen please~~

826 words of laychen porn inspired by this thingy: http://kimjongdaes.tk/post/56072860421/chen-says-when-he-initiates-to-talk-about-chinese (warning for autoplay at the link)

yixing is sitting on his bed, watching a movie and drinking tea, when he hears a knock.

“yeah, come in,” he says, yanking off his headphones. the door opens, followed by jongdae, who’s got a binder under his arm. “oh, is it tuesday?”

jongdae nods as he shuts the door behind him. “do you mind? i mean i know we’re not really promoting in china right now, but...”

yixing pauses his movie and puts his laptop down on the dresser beside him, while jongdae makes his way over to yixing’s bed. he sits down and opens the binder, spreading out the contents of a couple worksheets, half-completed, and photocopies from a lesson book. they’ve been doing this, three or four nights a week, for over a year now, and they’ve got it down to a precise routine: jongdae asks yixing for help with the exercises he’s already gotten stuck on, then yixing checks over as many of his assignments as he can while jongdae works out whatever he hasn’t completed yet, asking questions as he comes across things he doesn’t understand.

this time, though, jongdae doesn’t start in on a new worksheet when yixing’s explained his errors. instead, he closes up his binder, papers messily shoved inside, and turns to face yixing.

“i really wanted to... thank you for your help, ge,” he says in stilted mandaring.

yixing shrugs, responding slowly so jongdae can understand him. “it’s no big deal. i like helping you.”

jongdae nods, the edge of yixing’s bedspread caught between his thumb and forefinger. he rubs at the cloth, almost like he’s nervous, and yixing watches for a moment, before suddenly the hand is moving away and up to yixing’s jaw, where it settles.

“thank you,” jongdae says, and leans in to kiss yixing.

it doesn’t surprise yixing, really: there’ve been hints of a sort of tension between them, caught briefly in moments where their hands touch, when yixing starts playing stupid mind games with himself, letting his hand, or his knee, or his shoulder, linger beside jongdae’s, too close and not close enough, waiting to see if jongdae will flinch away. he usually doesn’t, and it’s yixing who ends up moving, confused and unsure if jongdae even really notices. there are other moments, too, ones yixing knows aren’t in his head, when he catches jongdae looking at him during meals, when jongdae smiles at him, just for a moment, like he’s something special.

jongdae’s mouth is soft and warm as yixing slides his tongue between jongdae’s lips, jongdae pressing him down into the bed so he’s straddling him.

“i know you don’t think you deserve thanks, but i hope you’re enjoying this,” jongdae says against his lips before he kisses down Yixing’s jaw to his neck. yixing shivers at the contact. jongdae pulls back to nuzzle at his neck, breath warm.

“i’ve wanted to kiss your neck since i found out how sensitive it is.”

yixing sighs as jongdae strokes his sides, fingers dipping beneath his shirt and sliding over his skin. yixing settles his hands on jongdae’s hips and pulls him closer, so their bodies are flush against each other.

“i think we’re wearing too many clothes,” jongdae says, and yixing nods, watching him take off his own shirt and fling it aside. yixing sits up and lets jongdae yank his shirt up and off his body, his muscles flexing as he does. jongdae smiles at him before leaning back down to bite along yixing’s collarbones before trailing his lips to his nipple, where he flicks his tongue out before taking it in his mouth and sucking. yixing thrusts up when he does, letting a soft moan get stuck halfway in his throat. he lets his hands wander across jongdae’s back, feeling each of his movements under his fingertips and jongdae kisses from one nipple to the other and then down to his hipbones, where he nips at the skin and yixing moans again.

“can i blow you?” jongdae asks.

“yes, please.”

yixing slips his sweats and boxers down his legs and jongdae kneels between them, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it a few times before taking it in his mouth. it’s hot and wet and yixing grips at the bedspread as jongdae blows him, his hands digging into yixing’s hips, the slick sound of jongdae’s mouth on his dick loud in the small room.

“fuck, jongdae, gonna come,” he manages to say when he’s close, his body tight and one edge, and jongdae responds by taking him as he deep as he can, sucking hard, and yixing comes, head thrown back, body spasming as he does.

jongdae sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. his mouth is quirked up in a smile, sharp at the edges and utterly charming. “seriously, thanks.”

“no,” yixing says, pulling him up for a kiss and reaching down to stroke his cock through his jeans, “thank you.”

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part seventy

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