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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[liongeneral]

[Fuck indeed. Jing Yuan feels delirious being fucked into their bed. His eyes roll in the back of his head as he's pounded in relentlessly. Even still, he takes everything he's given, trying not to tighten too much and make it difficult to be pounded so hard and fast. But when his lover is close it's obvious. He's so familiar with it at this point. With how he tightens his grip on his limbs and the sounds he makes...

God, he loves the way Yingxing moves inside him when he's close. When his fellow band mate finally comes the younger wraps his legs around the elder's hips forcing him to stay deep and remain inside even after he gives him everything.

Jing Yuan feels dazed, eyes fluttering as he feels his insides get recoated in fresh spend. What time is it? What day? What are they supposed to be doing today? He has no idea... What he wants is to curl back up and fall asleep with Yingxing until Dan Feng returns and do it all over.]

Want you--

[He has him, obviously. But that's the only thing he can think to say. All he wants. Well, that and sleep, of course.]

[slicings]

[ for all that they fucked each other stupid the previous night, yingxing still offers jing yuan a generous amount of spend, never seems to have a difficult time summoning it up, no matter how much he fills his lovers with. it's a gift.

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.