band au - morning after;

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[ 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. ]

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[Jing Yuan makes a groggy sound at the question, nuzzling further into his pillow as a content sigh escapes for him. Followed by a soft moan as kisses are pressed against his skin. The always sleepy young man shifts against Yingxing, stretching as lazily as possible and tilting his head a bit for more kisses.

Everything feels heavy and achy. A late show followed by even later fucking and drinking... Always a blast and then a rather rough morning of trying to get back on track. He doesn't know how Dan Feng does it after a night like the ones they have and then gets up early and does errands or things like that. That man is far more powerful than he could ever hope to be. A warm bed is where he always wants to be.]

Still asleep...

[He mumbles out the words that are said while he yawns, shifting against the warm body behind him. He knows what Yingxing wants and he is always happy to oblige. He spreads his legs a little, hole still aching from just a few hours past. The guitarist could slide right back into him with no effort if he so desired.

From the mess of fluffy hair, ribbon lost at some point during their vigorous romp, he does manage to peer at his fellow band mate.]

But don't let that stop you, gēgē.