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band au - morning after;
[ the previous night's concert had been excellent, it always is, but even still. the energy had been incredible, and the nights after a concert ends are always incredible for the three of them, all of them high on the feeling, on adrenaline and the cheers of the audience. they'd been up for half the night, lost in each others arms, drinking and celebrating and fucking like teenagers, laughing all the while.
morning dawns, and yingxing shifts beneath the blankets, grunting as he rolls onto his side. one half of the bed is cold, dan feng having already left for his morning routines with jingliu - no matter how late they stay up, or how much they drink, he's always diligent about waking early and seeing to his responsibilities. yingxing and jing yuan? less so. jing yuan would happily sleep the afternoon away, and yingxing, head pounding and exhausted, is too grouchy to be assed to do a single thing besides remaining in bed with his lovers. or lover, in this case, for the other half of the bed is still warm.
with a lazy grin, yingxing presses against jing yuan's naked back, one arm sliding around his middle, his chin hooking over jing yuan's shoulder. he hums, pressing a line of kisses up his throat, nuzzling behind his ear. ]
Still asleep?
[ he murmurs, soft and syrupy, knowing full well that jing yuan is, in fact, still asleep. at least he was, before yingxing began getting into his business. maybe he's waking up, now. his hand slides over jing yuan's abdomen, tracing planes of muscle, his teeth scraping the shell of his lover's ear. ]
morning dawns, and yingxing shifts beneath the blankets, grunting as he rolls onto his side. one half of the bed is cold, dan feng having already left for his morning routines with jingliu - no matter how late they stay up, or how much they drink, he's always diligent about waking early and seeing to his responsibilities. yingxing and jing yuan? less so. jing yuan would happily sleep the afternoon away, and yingxing, head pounding and exhausted, is too grouchy to be assed to do a single thing besides remaining in bed with his lovers. or lover, in this case, for the other half of the bed is still warm.
with a lazy grin, yingxing presses against jing yuan's naked back, one arm sliding around his middle, his chin hooking over jing yuan's shoulder. he hums, pressing a line of kisses up his throat, nuzzling behind his ear. ]
Still asleep?
[ he murmurs, soft and syrupy, knowing full well that jing yuan is, in fact, still asleep. at least he was, before yingxing began getting into his business. maybe he's waking up, now. his hand slides over jing yuan's abdomen, tracing planes of muscle, his teeth scraping the shell of his lover's ear. ]
no subject
but he's spent now, for the moment, at least.
with a low groan, yingxing folds down against jing yuan, settling his hips between his thighs and pressing to his chest, his face buried in jing yuan's throat, nuzzling into his wild hair. he hums, still slowly pumping his hips, allowing them both to chase every little sweet aftershock until there's nothing left to give. ]
Mm.. you have me.
[ he murmurs, pressing lazy kisses to jing yuan's throat, tasting his sweat. dan feng will return at any moment, surely, and shake his head at his two foolish lovers that couldn't even wait for him to return. ]
I'm here.