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part two hundred and twenty one

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fuck i bottomed whatever don't read this please. also swaps multiplier ty

it's been a few months into their relationship now, and the two of them are still inseparable, not over their honeymoon stage as they hold hands and cuddle and make out all over the dorm. only the last is a new addition, really, but it doesn't stop the members from making retching sounds whenever luhan twirls a finger through yixing's hair and yixing, sitting in his lap, giggles and wraps her arms over luhan's shoulders to nip at his lips in retaliation.

luhan gasps into it, because yixing's thighs slide snugly against his hips, and her chest presses against his own as she leans forward. she has the worst habit of wearing as little close as possible, and luhan swears that she isn't wearing a bra today. the thought sends blood rushing downward, and the last thing luhan wants is to be hard beneath an eager yixing in the middle of their living room, so he does the first thing that comes to mind and pushes her off, escaping to his room so quickly the door slams behind him.

the small sound of confusion she'd made rings in his ears, only helping to make him harder and, fuck.

it's not that luhan isn't happy with cuddles and kisses. they're great, and he loves yixing's lips, his dimple and the way his eyes curve into this smile for more than he loves her breasts (not that he doesn't love those too), but it's hard not to think about more when yixing is constantly wearing those low-cut shirts, sprawling herself all over luhan, and teasing, always teasing.

it's what he thinks about as he slips under the covers, pulling his jeans down over thighs and working a hand between his legs. yixing's devilish grins, almost knowing but for the way she seems to always miss the point after, her soft voice taking on a smug edge as she says, 'need some help with that, luge?'

he's hard and throbbing in his own hand, the blankets over him like bearing down on him with overwhelming heat, but he's so into it he doesn't hear the door swing open until the voice that's no longer in his head calls out, 'lu han?'

he jerks out of his thoughts all too quick, hands guiltily flying away from his dick as he croaks out a, 'what?' yixing sounds uncertain, and he realizes now she probably thought he was angry at him.

'are you alright?' she asks, walking closer to the bed and lu han just bunches the blankets closer about him, hoping she'll go away. how is he going to explain jacking off when he has a girlfriend, to his girlfriend?

she doesn't catch the hint, sitting down by the edge of the bed and murmuring an, 'i'm sorry.' extending her hand to stroke over lu han's forehead, she instead jerks away at the heat - 'do you have a fever?'

no, lu han thinks, no i just really need to finish getting off and get out of these sheets, but instead he just groans and buries himself further in. yixing, of course, leans down to press cool lips against his forehead, and it sends both a shock of relief and another shock of arousal shaking through him.

'c'mon, you're sweating through your sheets, i'll get you a new set.'

'mm,' lu han hums, the kiss still searing through him before he realizes what she said just as yixing pulls the blanket out of his clenched hands and clean off him.

it's the first time yixing sees his cock, and before he has the chance to even react she bursts out crying, tears streaming out of her eyes before the wails and full-body folding in follow. luhan's dealt with this before, too many times to count now actually, but he's never dealt with it with his pants hanging down his thighs and this time all he can do is shout, 'i'm sorry!' as he bolts up, pulling boxers and pants up and zipping his jeans up as quick as he can, 'calm down, yixing,' he pleads and when she turns eyes on him again she's stopped sobbing, though she's obviously still holding back sniffles, her entire face red.

lu han doesn't know what he was expecting, but this wasn't it. he wonders if she was that upset at him jerking off, or maybe it's his cock itself and - okay, lu han isn't insecure about it.

now that yixing has stopped crying, though, she looks genuinely apologetic. she'd flinched away when luhan had first tried to hug her, but now as the tremors calm she walks up to him and ducks her head into the crook of his neck, hands slipping forth to wrap over his waist. 'i'm sorry.' luhan doesn't know what for, but his arms rise to her back, squeezing tight before giving a few light pats. and this is normal, this is them.

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as it turns out, yixing is afraid of cocks. 'what??' lu han asks. apparently yixing has never even seen one before.

'i'm sorry, it's not that it's ugly. i just... didn't think it would look like that'

the first person he consults about it is minseok, because with one year of yixing experience under his belt shouldn't he have at least gotten through yixing's belt?

'she never made the first move, and i didn't mind waiting until she was ready,' he says with an offhanded shrug, and luhan kind of feels like shit. fucking kim minseok and his fucking manners.

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