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kokoronashisubstitution
fandom exo
pairingludakris krishan (kris/luhan) with taoris (kris/tao) and xiuhan (xiumin/luhan)
style one-shot
length 1046
nsfw. contains sex (consensual), cheating. it gets lonely in china without their boyfriends.
A part of Luhan still reminded himself this was a bad idea. A really large part of Luhan still reminded himself that this was a bad idea.
No matter how much he missed Minseok --
Scratch that, no matter how horny he was in Beijing (for Minseok) there was no way he could justify this.
"It is a bad idea after all," he said aloud, supposedly not to anyone particularly, but loud enough for the other person in the room to hear.
"You think?"
Yifan seemed as uneasy about this as Luhan was, which, at least was some comfort, little as it was.
"But I miss Minseok."
"God I know, you've been saying that," Yifan rolled his eyes. "All day. And it's only been what, three weeks for you?"
"Three weeks is too long."
"Imagine five months."
"You're such a drama queen," Luhan scowled. "Don't lie to me, you met Zitao when he was last in Beijing."
"And you're clingier than I thought you would be," Yifan retorted weakly, knowing that in all truth, he was just as desperate as Luhan was.
"That was a horrible comeback Duizhang," Luhan not missing a chance to take a jab.
"Shut up."
Yifan knew it was horrible. He didn't bother telling Luhan that he was no longer Duizhang, because he knew Luhan wouldn't listen anyway.
It had been difficult for them to meet. With the fans and paparazzi following them, they had to pick a seedy part of Beijing, both wearing caps and flu masks. Their conversation had turned quickly from what would they do next, the planned purpose of the meeting, to how much they missed their respective boyfriends.
And after a lot to drink, how they could maybe at least help each other in the physical aspect of things.
That was in short and free of even more embarrassing details, how they managed to find themselves in a seedy motel room under the name Mr. Wong and Mr. Chang.
"This is a bad idea," Yifan repeated Luhan's earlier sentiment.
"Let's not?" Luhan said. He wasn't sure if he definitely wanted to not.
"Let's -" Yifan vocalised the first little sound of 'not', that half of a strong n sound.
"N?"
"If we do it once and never speak about it again."
"Just once. Never again," Luhan repeated.
"Don't tell Zitao."
"If you tell Minseok I'll message Zitao on Weibo so he'd see it within seconds."
"Mutually assured destruction," Yifan muttered under his breath in English. Luhan didn't understand those three words, but Luhan didn't seem to care enough to ask anyway.
"I'll let you call me Zitao or Taozi or whatever under nickname you gave him if you --"
"You're not calling me Baozi."
"What makes you think I call Minseok that in bed?" Luhan sounded offended.
Yifan said nothing and raised his eyebrow instead.
Luhan sighed and then admitted:
"I used Baozi before."
Another raised eyebrow.
"More than once," Luhan admitted further. Not exactly keen to discuss the full extent of his sex life with his former group leader right there and then, Luhan changed the topic back to the original topic. "But calling you Minseok is okay?"
"Calling me Minseok is okay," Yifan nodded.
"Though I bet you're nothing like Minseok."
Yifan scowled at Luhan, or rather, he scowled at he door behind Luhan because it was too hard to look at Luhan in the face or in the anything really right now.
"And you're anything like Zitao, how?"
"Like none at all," Luhan readily and shamelessly admitted.
Yifan sighed once more, uneasily, he asked: "so we are?"
Luhan reluctantly nodded. "We are."
There was no kissing and minimal foreplay, because even then, they couldn't agree. Plenty of "But Minseok" and "But Zitao" as they tried to adjust themselves awkwardly on the creaky double bed with what might be unwashed sheets that grossed Luhan out more than just a bit.
Getting erect enough soon proved to be a problem simply because they just didn't find the other attractive enough.
"You're not cute," Luhan honestly said. "You're just... Tall and awkward. Minseok is adorable."
"I never get why people think you're the prettiest among us," Yifan said in return. "You're no classic Chinese painting like Zitao is."
In the end they chose the method of closing their eyes and touching enough and letting Luhan take it from the back, after extended discussion during which they almost gave up after every other sentence.
It was still hard to imagine, of course, and both found it trying. Luhan hated how Yifan felt different inside him than Minseok felt inside of him. Likewise, Yifan hated how different being inside Luhan was to being inside Zitao.
They couldn't agree on a pace.
( Too fast, Luhan said, when Yifan thought he was going as slow as humans could to do anything called fucking )
Couldn't agree on how gentle or how rough.
( What the fuck do you think I am, a glass doll? Luhan asked confusing Yifan who was trying to make sense of it all )
Couldn't agree on where hands should place.
( Minseok always had his on Luhan's waist, but Yifan had always been holding Zitao's hips )
Couldn't even agree on the sounds they want to hear.
( Why don't you laugh a little more? Minseok laugh plenty during sex. You're such a bitch-face ice queen.
Then why don't you whimper a little more because Zitao whimpers cutely during sex. You can't do Aegyo can't you. )
They couldn't come together, of course not, Yifan came first and Luhan could hear Zitao's name, soft as he was on Yifan's lips before Yifan stroked him to completion.
Yifan could hear Minseok's name then.
"God you suck," Luhan complained. "Why is Zitao still with you again?"
Yifan glared back. "Speak for yourself."
"Never again?"
"Never again."
fandom exo
pairing
style one-shot
length 1046
nsfw. contains sex (consensual), cheating. it gets lonely in china without their boyfriends.
A part of Luhan still reminded himself this was a bad idea. A really large part of Luhan still reminded himself that this was a bad idea.
No matter how much he missed Minseok --
Scratch that, no matter how horny he was in Beijing (for Minseok) there was no way he could justify this.
"It is a bad idea after all," he said aloud, supposedly not to anyone particularly, but loud enough for the other person in the room to hear.
"You think?"
Yifan seemed as uneasy about this as Luhan was, which, at least was some comfort, little as it was.
"But I miss Minseok."
"God I know, you've been saying that," Yifan rolled his eyes. "All day. And it's only been what, three weeks for you?"
"Three weeks is too long."
"Imagine five months."
"You're such a drama queen," Luhan scowled. "Don't lie to me, you met Zitao when he was last in Beijing."
"And you're clingier than I thought you would be," Yifan retorted weakly, knowing that in all truth, he was just as desperate as Luhan was.
"That was a horrible comeback Duizhang," Luhan not missing a chance to take a jab.
"Shut up."
Yifan knew it was horrible. He didn't bother telling Luhan that he was no longer Duizhang, because he knew Luhan wouldn't listen anyway.
It had been difficult for them to meet. With the fans and paparazzi following them, they had to pick a seedy part of Beijing, both wearing caps and flu masks. Their conversation had turned quickly from what would they do next, the planned purpose of the meeting, to how much they missed their respective boyfriends.
And after a lot to drink, how they could maybe at least help each other in the physical aspect of things.
That was in short and free of even more embarrassing details, how they managed to find themselves in a seedy motel room under the name Mr. Wong and Mr. Chang.
"This is a bad idea," Yifan repeated Luhan's earlier sentiment.
"Let's not?" Luhan said. He wasn't sure if he definitely wanted to not.
"Let's -" Yifan vocalised the first little sound of 'not', that half of a strong n sound.
"N?"
"If we do it once and never speak about it again."
"Just once. Never again," Luhan repeated.
"Don't tell Zitao."
"If you tell Minseok I'll message Zitao on Weibo so he'd see it within seconds."
"Mutually assured destruction," Yifan muttered under his breath in English. Luhan didn't understand those three words, but Luhan didn't seem to care enough to ask anyway.
"I'll let you call me Zitao or Taozi or whatever under nickname you gave him if you --"
"You're not calling me Baozi."
"What makes you think I call Minseok that in bed?" Luhan sounded offended.
Yifan said nothing and raised his eyebrow instead.
Luhan sighed and then admitted:
"I used Baozi before."
Another raised eyebrow.
"More than once," Luhan admitted further. Not exactly keen to discuss the full extent of his sex life with his former group leader right there and then, Luhan changed the topic back to the original topic. "But calling you Minseok is okay?"
"Calling me Minseok is okay," Yifan nodded.
"Though I bet you're nothing like Minseok."
Yifan scowled at Luhan, or rather, he scowled at he door behind Luhan because it was too hard to look at Luhan in the face or in the anything really right now.
"And you're anything like Zitao, how?"
"Like none at all," Luhan readily and shamelessly admitted.
Yifan sighed once more, uneasily, he asked: "so we are?"
Luhan reluctantly nodded. "We are."
There was no kissing and minimal foreplay, because even then, they couldn't agree. Plenty of "But Minseok" and "But Zitao" as they tried to adjust themselves awkwardly on the creaky double bed with what might be unwashed sheets that grossed Luhan out more than just a bit.
Getting erect enough soon proved to be a problem simply because they just didn't find the other attractive enough.
"You're not cute," Luhan honestly said. "You're just... Tall and awkward. Minseok is adorable."
"I never get why people think you're the prettiest among us," Yifan said in return. "You're no classic Chinese painting like Zitao is."
In the end they chose the method of closing their eyes and touching enough and letting Luhan take it from the back, after extended discussion during which they almost gave up after every other sentence.
It was still hard to imagine, of course, and both found it trying. Luhan hated how Yifan felt different inside him than Minseok felt inside of him. Likewise, Yifan hated how different being inside Luhan was to being inside Zitao.
They couldn't agree on a pace.
( Too fast, Luhan said, when Yifan thought he was going as slow as humans could to do anything called fucking )
Couldn't agree on how gentle or how rough.
( What the fuck do you think I am, a glass doll? Luhan asked confusing Yifan who was trying to make sense of it all )
Couldn't agree on where hands should place.
( Minseok always had his on Luhan's waist, but Yifan had always been holding Zitao's hips )
Couldn't even agree on the sounds they want to hear.
( Why don't you laugh a little more? Minseok laugh plenty during sex. You're such a bitch-face ice queen.
Then why don't you whimper a little more because Zitao whimpers cutely during sex. You can't do Aegyo can't you. )
They couldn't come together, of course not, Yifan came first and Luhan could hear Zitao's name, soft as he was on Yifan's lips before Yifan stroked him to completion.
Yifan could hear Minseok's name then.
"God you suck," Luhan complained. "Why is Zitao still with you again?"
Yifan glared back. "Speak for yourself."
"Never again?"
"Never again."
