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team lu han -- a thing thing

[(Anonymous)]

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Chanyeol is not a dog. He is a human. That is why when he has sex with Kyungsoo, he expects it to be full of love and feelings and emotions, the kind that Zitao always talks about. Except, when Kyungsoo is near him, he doesn’t feel anything. No love, no feelings – not that kind that poets wax lyrical about. It’s disappointing.

But when he and Kyungsoo fuck, at least he gets to orgasm. It’s his body responding but not him. Chanyeol doesn’t feel anything. He can hear Kyungsoo’s breathing, the way he murmurs incoherent words when he’s close to coming. He can feel the rapid beating of his own heart, the way it thrums when he fucks Kyungsoo or when Kyungsoo fucks him.

People make a big deal about sex, about making love, and yet Chanyeol feels like a stranger when he lies next to Kyungsoo in bed. He holds Kyungsoo dear, because they are close friends, but that’s it.