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part eighty

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1511w, loosely? inspired by pushing daises but not an actual au because i've never watched it ;; i just liked the idea of no touching idk

apologizing beforehand bc i wrote it half asleep and it's probably really bad

it takes a lot of creativity to have sex without touching. courage, too, and while yixing and lu han have plenty of the first it takes several years of frustration to build up the courage to try it.

it takes a lot out of a person, after all, being in a relationship without any physical contact. like a long distance relationship, almost, but they're right there and you can't have them.

yixing can hug lu han, if he's bundled up in several layers of clothing, and they can hold hands, if they're both careful to wear thick gloves, but even that had taken several months of courage to build up to. sometimes he thinks the risk isn't worth it, that he should just remove lu han from his life, let him go and live his own life.

but here they are, sprawled out on lu han's bed, yixing down to his boxers and lu han entirely naked. they've perfected the art of kissing, now, with several sheets of plastic wrap between to keep them from touching. it doesn't exactly taste great, the smooth texture and plasticky taste between them, but from the other side of the sheets lu han's warmth radiates through, and his movements are clear enough.

yixing thinks about fucking lu han like that, just a condom - or maybe a few, to be safe - between them. there wouldn't be any skin-to-skin contact, but he would be able to feel lu han clenching tight around him, lu han shuddering beneath him. almost the same.

but there's nothing to say that their legs won't accidentally graze against each other, or their hips, or anything else. even with a full body tightsuit yixing wouldn't trust himself to fuck lu han, so he just shudders in need as he watches lu han finger himself.

"-xing," he breathes out, because he knows yixing gets off to the sound of it, working a second, and then third finger in as he watches yixing. he's sprawled out on his back, a pillow cushioning him up. yixing himself is back against the headboard, watching as lu han's legs tremble with the effort to keep spread. he slips his own hand down his boxers to palm himself, before giving up on them entirely and tossing them aside. it's not like that one measly piece of clothing will make the difference between touching or not.

wrapping his hand around his cock, he pumps in time to lu han's thrusts - simulating the effect of actual intercourse. they've done this before too, one of the first sexual things they'd been able to do in a room together. which sounds sad, but that's how it is.

when they first got past the basics of holding hands and hugging and occasionally trying to kiss, lu han had started sending texts. laughably bad ones, like 'im so hard for u right now' and i'll fuck you so hard the next door neighbor will complain' in the middle of their workdays, but once yixing stopped responding them with a string of 哈哈哈哈哈s he stopped joking around and then yixing actually had some trouble reading them during his work. it was easy like that, though, to keep in control. when there was actual tangible distance between them, there was no chance of a mistake.

sexting progressed to phone sex progressed to phone sex without the phone, and now they're here. yixing's given up on narrating things after the last few times lu han burst out laughing, but lu han still occasionally engages in dirty talk and yixing has to admit he likes it sometimes. the things desperation can do to a person.

most of the time, this is enough, their breathing and movements in sync as they get themselves off. they switch off sometimes, and when he has it really bad yixing sometimes goes over to baekhyun or sehun for a night. he knows that lu han does this too, with other people maybe, and there's no guilt between them. it's nice to have a physical body to touch and hold, even if it's a little bit longer, or more delicate than imagined.

today, yixing lets his eyes fall closed, just listening to the sounds they make. lu han's groans sound just the slightest bit frustrated, but it still doesn't mean yixing is expecting it when lu han falls silent for a moment, and suddenly his voice is all too close to yixing's ear.

"hey, stop for a moment," he says, and it sends a jolt and a thrill coursing through him. the way he opens his eyes is almost cautious, but lu han has leaned a safe distance back again. he's sitting back on his heels, one hand clenched by his side and the other holding what yixing recognizes to be a condom wrapper.

"can i blow you?" lu han asks, and yixing nearly chokes swallowing his spit.

they've done this before too, and from the way lu han looks yixing thinks that lu han might have been trying to sneak up on him before he thought better of it. probably a good thing, too, because yixing doesn't think he would have been able to keep himself still if he felt lu han touch him without warning.

slowly, he nods, breathing out an, "okay." as if he could say no.

lu han tosses him the condom wrapper and lets him open it to roll onto himself. always better to be safe about it, and yixing's moments are jerky under lu han's impatient gaze. when he's done, lu han leans forward to take yixing into his mouth, and yixing leans back. his hands are clenched into the sheets beside him, to keep himself from any unconscious movements, and lu han's are planted a safe distance for yixing's legs. it's a delicate balance, but it's there, and as lu han slowly works his mouth down yixing's cock, yixing struggles to keep it there.

it's hard, even with a layer of rubber between them. lu han makes him sensitive like nothing else, and he can feel the way lu han's throat contracts around him as he swallows, the tightening of pressure as he wraps his lips firmly around his cock to suck. maybe it's the danger of this that gets his adrenaline pumping, because even if he's not the one at stake, even if he's got this all controlled and confined, there's still that nagging worry at the back of his mind. it's not exciting, the thought that he might lose lu han - it's just there, and it kicks all his senses into their highest gear, as if they're trying to swallow their last breath of air, of lu han before it's gone.

he wonders if lu han is the same, but he gives no implication of it, calm as he pulls back before swallowing yixing down again, tongue dragging slowly over the underside. his hand comes up to circle what he can't reach, thumb and forefinger making a delicate ring to pump up and down as he licks and nibbles over yixing's cock. where lu han is all words and teasing normally, he's utmost concentration now, not even teasing as he works on getting yixing off.

lu han might not be the best at blowjobs - he doesn't have a tight mout like sehun does, or pretty fingers the way baekhyun does, not that yixing even has the time to think about them right now - but he always gets yixing off embarrassingly quick. efficient, almost, because the longer they take the higher the risks, but lu han was never really all about controlling risk either.

gritting out a warning, "lu han--" yixing comes, fingers clenched tight in the sheets and breath coming out in heaves. he's not even done before lu han has backed away, and yixing slowly recovers himself before removing the condom, tying it in a knot and tossing it into the trash. who knows, even bodily fluids might be harmful and it was always better to be safe than sorry.

"let me?" he starts, but lu han is already shooing him away, jerking off quick into a tissue he'd grabbed from their bedside. yixing watches him, with a little bit of regret because he can't touch, can't help, but lu han comes fast, eyes squeezing shut as his body tremors. he's always silent, at moments like this, and unconsciously yixing holds his breath too, unwilling to disturb him. sometimes lu han feels unreal. untouchable, which he is, like he's just a figment of yixing's imagination and he could disappear, any moment.

but it passes, as lu han opens his eyes again and looks at him with a tired, but satisfied smile.

yixing sighs and flops down against the bed, about ready to fall asleep but lu han makes a face. "hey, go shower."

well, yixing thinks as lu han makes faces and tosses a pillow at him, at least he doesn't have to worry about being kicked off the bed anymore like this.

anon, this is so sweet and hot and sad :( why are layhan always tragic ;;

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part eighty

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