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part two hundred and thirteen
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(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 12:28 am (UTC)(link)When they finally roll back into town it's gone fall and Kyungsoo has just passed the point where he can deny being pregnant. The roundness of his stomach won't fool anyone anymore, even under his baggy black shirts. Lu Han insists on taking Kyungsoo back to his place that first night even though it's a fucking pig-sty. Kyungsoo has to fight the dirty? clean? laundry for a spot on the bed. It's harder than he remembers, considering he needs more room than he used to.
Lu Han takes so long in the shower that Kyungsoo's half-dozing by the time the door opens, huge clouds of shampoo-scented steam wafting into the room. "You asleep?" he asks.
"Yes," Kyungsoo grumbles. His back hurts again. His hips, too—he can feel the creaking in his pelvis as it shifts and spreads to accommodate the growing life inside of him. He wants his money back, this baby thing feels like a raw deal.
He'll settle for another pillow between his legs. Lu Han's, specifically. Lu Han makes a disgruntled sort of whine and crowds onto the one remaining pillow, face so close to Kyungsoo's that he can feel each humid exhale on his face, minty and clean. His hands follow, rough from hours spent practicing guitar, inching past the hem of Kyungsoo's shirt to get closer to Nessie.
(God, Kyungsoo thinks, covering Lu Han's hand with his own, I've got to stop calling it that or it's going to stick.)
"Sorry the bed's a mess. Kind of packed in a hurry—"
"I figured. You always do." Kyungsoo's knuckles hit the headboard when he stretches. "Nice to sleep in a real bed, anyway."
Lu Han hums in agreement and yawns the loudest yawn Kyungsoo's ever heard.
"Shut up. I'm resting," Kyungsoo grumbles, swatting his hand out blindly to smack Lu Han in the chest. Lu Han pointedly ignores him in favor of littering a series of wary tap-kisses down Kyungsoo's jaw to the shelf of his collarbones. Kyungsoo feels his resolve weakening. It's too exhausting to pretend to be angry when really all he wants is to give himself over.
But if Lu Han could stop talking and making noise and generally just being fucking annoying while that happens—that'd be perfect. Kyungsoo's known Lu Han since they were in elementary school, and he's always been a chatterbox, the class clown, the lovable asshole. The kind of kid who did well in his classes but preferred to be out on the football pitch. Music came later, after Kyungsoo convinced him to take the group guitar class so he wouldn't have to be alone. Lu Han was just very good at loving a lot of things, equally and enthusiastically with his whole heart. So, all things considered, Kyungsoo probably could have chosen a lot worse.
Lu Han's down at Kyungsoo's hips, now, hands braced, and noses up Kyungsoo's shirt to kiss his belly, very gently. Kyungsoo swears he hears him whisper something—he's always doing this, talking to Nessie (dammit, it already has stuck) when he thinks Kyungsoo's not paying attention.
"What are you two talking about?" Kyungsoo asks drowsily, carding his hand through Lu Han's damp hair.
"Just apologizing."
"For what?"
Lu Han doesn't answer, but Kyungsoo finds he doesn't have to. The index fingers hooked in the elastic of his underwear tell him everything he needs to know. He pats Lu Han's cheek encouragingly, lets his knees fall apart so Lu Han can crawl up between them.
Given the luxury of space, of privacy and a bed, Lu Han takes his time getting Kyungsoo good and worked up. He spends an inordinate amount of time nuzzling the soft flesh of Kyungsoo's thighs, biting them, fingers trailing slowly under Kyungsoo's balls until Kyungsoo's whimpering, half-hard and impatient. Lu Han hears it, chuckling under his breath every time Kyungsoo whines, but Lu Han makes him wait anyway.
"Pretty soon you're not going to be able to watch me suck your dick," Lu Han jokes, mouthing at the tip of Kyungsoo's cock without putting any suction or pressure on it. Kyungsoo makes an irritated grumbling noise.
"Don't want to watch you do it now," he says, even as he wraps his palm around the nape of Lu Han's neck. "Come on. I'm exhausted."
Lu Han waits, grinning, eyebrows raised to his hairline until Kyungsoo props himself up on his elbows and glares down past his erection.
"Why are you messing with me?"
"I don't know. You're kind of hot when you're mad." Lu Han manages a sleazy wink. "What can I say, I'm into aggression."
"You want aggression?" Kyungsoo asks, suddenly fully awake. Lu Han arches his eyebrow again, a defiant challenge: do your worst.
Kyungsoo usually wins his physical fights with Lu Han. Not that Lu Han's weak, by any means, but Kyungsoo's usually more insistent, always less willing to lose.
So foreplay's always been a little bit more like roughhousing with them. Lu Han's gentler now, which always frustrates Kyungsoo. The whole reason he'd fucked Lu Han in the first place was because in a moment of drunken impulsiveness, Kyungsoo had bent down to kiss Lu Han and Lu Han wasn't afraid to bite him. It was just—fucking hot, really, the prickling of pain at the edges, all the time, just enough to feel. Pregnancy might make him sore and sick and tired, but it also makes him horny as fuck, and if Lu Han's backing off, Kyungsoo's not afraid to take those steps forward to get what he wants.
They've never done it this way before, but Kyungsoo finds he likes pressing Lu Han into the mattress, holding him down by the shoulder blades while he rolls on the condom and pushing himself to the hilt slowly enough that he can see the frustrated tears shining on Lu Han's cheek when he turns his face against the pillow.
The stomach's an awkward hindrance, and Kyungsoo finds it's more difficult to navigate being on top than it ever used to be. His sense of balance is sketchy and he keeps bending over to catch at the wall, or bracing himself on his knuckles. He compromises and makes Lu Han do all the work, pulling Lu Han's hips towards his, grunting softly each time he bottoms out, overwhelmed by the slide inside Lu Han, the heat, the desperate noises he's making, unselfconscious as always. Doesn't matter if they're fucking in public or in their own place—Lu Han's always vocal, always talking, moaning, laughing, that stupid fucking laugh that makes Kyungsoo worry for their future child's face.
"This is good," Lu Han gasps, reaching back to grab Kyungsoo by the neck. "Why didn't we—fuck, come on—do this before? Back before—god—the spare tire—ohhh." Kyungsoo can't bend down to meet him for a kiss, though, not in this condition, but he needs Lu Han to shut the fuck up because he's never going to come if he keeps thinking about the hard stretch of his pregnant belly between them. He sticks his fingers in Lu Han's mouth instead, lets Lu Han sink his teeth into the soft pad of Kyungsoo's thumb to muffle his cries.
Lu Han's babbling for Kyungsoo to just please touch my fucking dick but Kyungsoo fucks Lu Han harder, fingers gripping bruises into Lu Han's bony hips, forehead bowed, unable to reach the curve of Lu Han's spine to rest. And when Kyungsoo comes, he comes hard—his entire body tenses, eyes fluttering shut. And for that moment Lu Han is silent, patiently waiting for Kyungsoo to come down and take care of him.
And Kyungsoo does.
Eventually. When he feels like Lu Han's earned it.
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(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 12:30 am (UTC)(link)part two
(didn't include this in the original post bc i wanted to make sure i made it under the wire this time ;;)
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