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theblueintheday2015-04-05 11:10 pm
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[team sonic] you know what it is
Starting words from here.
Title from EXO's Playboy (Chinese version), because I couldn't resist.
"Will the jizz be sparkly too?”
Zitao almost drops the full laundry basket he's carrying in the doorway of the apartment's basement laundry room. It's dim, there's a bare bulb swinging overhead and an even dimmer fluorescent tube flickering on the wall, and Chanyeol and Sehun are sitting on top of the row of washers, kicking their heels against the glass-fronted doors, laundry spinning in colourful swirls behind their legs as they bend over something arrayed in their laps.
"No you dumbass, unless you ate it and even then!" Sehun snorts, swiping a small jar out of Chanyeol's grasp. It slips out of his fingers and rolls across the floor to bump into Zitao's toes. He backs away slowly, eyeing the jar. It has a black lid and the contents are red and swirled with sparkles. . . it rolls to a stop. Glitter Lube it says in swirly letters.
Chanyeol and Sehun both look at him, their laps full of what Zitao suspects is other flavours of lube. Boysenberry a small transparent tube says in white letters. He can't read the rest from where he's standing, so against his better judgement, he takes a step closer.
Sehun coughs awkwardly, but Chanyeol's face breaks into a grin. "Hey Zitao!" he calls, waving a hand excitedly, Pink Champagne flashing in his grasp. "What's your favourite?"
And before Zitao can stop himself—maybe it's the fact that he's been talking to Baekhyun too much or maybe it's the thought of all the laundry he still has to do, he's not sure and he'll never know—he's setting his basket of dirty clothes down on the floor, picking up the red sparkling container at his feet, and taking the steps across the cold concrete floor to lean over Chanyeol's lap, eyeing the selection.
"Piña Colada looks like it might taste good," he says, inadvertently licking his lips at the thought—hey, he's a busy student and it's been a while, okay?—while Sehun shakes his head scornfully.
"I want Juicy Apple," he says, his eyes sparkling. Zitao can practically see the drool pooling in the corners of his mouth.
"You're so gross," he laughs, punching Sehun lightly on the knee.
"You wouldn't be saying that if my mouth was wrapped around your Juicy Apple-coated dick," Sehun retorts, licking his lips, and Chanyeol nods eagerly—too eagerly—in agreement.
"It's on," Zitao says, "but only if I can show you my deep throating technique after." He hasn't been taking lessons from Baekhyun for nothing.
"Me or him?" Sehun asks, gesturing over at Chanyeol who gulps visibly. Zitao looks at him thoughtfully, eyeing the bulge in his pants, the Emporio Armani label peeking over the waist of his jeans. Nice underwear.
"Who's bigger?" he asks, smirking, and . . . wait for it . . .
"Me of course," Sehun and Chanyeol both reply in unison, before turning to glare at the other. Zitao stops them halfway through pulling down their pants to take their dicks out and compare.
"We're in public okay?" He pats Chanyeol and Sehun both lightly on the knee and if his hands linger over skin just a little longer than is strictly necessary, neither of them complain. "I could always just do both of you." If Chanyeol's breathy nod is any indication, that's a solid yes. Zitao smirks.
"But if you'll excuse me," he says, nudging their knees aside, "first I have laundry to do." He proceeds to put his dirty clothes into the empty machine, listening to Chanyeol and Sehun argue over whether eating gold glitter-topped cupcakes would make their come glittery, Chanyeol firmly "yes" and Sehun firmly "no" and rolls his eyes.
"I'll eat all the gold glitter-topped cupcakes in the world and you can test it on me," he finally says, closing the door of the washer and pouring in the detergent before pressing start. "Just chill okay."
Just then the florescent light flickers, and Zitao can't help but give a small screech, accidentally jumping into Chanyeol's lap. Sehun snickers.
"Look who can't keep it in his pants," he laughs, gesturing to Zitao's awkward position.
"Shut up," Chanyeol retorts. "He obviously likes me more than you."
"I hate to break it to you," Zitao says, "but right now I like the light bulb way more than either of you."
"You come second to a light bulb," Sehun laughs, poking Chanyeol on the shoulder.
"Well you come third then," Chanyeol retorts. Zitao feels pretty safe in Chanyeol's arms though, to be honest. The monsters would obviously eat him first.
Title from EXO's Playboy (Chinese version), because I couldn't resist.
"Will the jizz be sparkly too?”
Zitao almost drops the full laundry basket he's carrying in the doorway of the apartment's basement laundry room. It's dim, there's a bare bulb swinging overhead and an even dimmer fluorescent tube flickering on the wall, and Chanyeol and Sehun are sitting on top of the row of washers, kicking their heels against the glass-fronted doors, laundry spinning in colourful swirls behind their legs as they bend over something arrayed in their laps.
"No you dumbass, unless you ate it and even then!" Sehun snorts, swiping a small jar out of Chanyeol's grasp. It slips out of his fingers and rolls across the floor to bump into Zitao's toes. He backs away slowly, eyeing the jar. It has a black lid and the contents are red and swirled with sparkles. . . it rolls to a stop. Glitter Lube it says in swirly letters.
Chanyeol and Sehun both look at him, their laps full of what Zitao suspects is other flavours of lube. Boysenberry a small transparent tube says in white letters. He can't read the rest from where he's standing, so against his better judgement, he takes a step closer.
Sehun coughs awkwardly, but Chanyeol's face breaks into a grin. "Hey Zitao!" he calls, waving a hand excitedly, Pink Champagne flashing in his grasp. "What's your favourite?"
And before Zitao can stop himself—maybe it's the fact that he's been talking to Baekhyun too much or maybe it's the thought of all the laundry he still has to do, he's not sure and he'll never know—he's setting his basket of dirty clothes down on the floor, picking up the red sparkling container at his feet, and taking the steps across the cold concrete floor to lean over Chanyeol's lap, eyeing the selection.
"Piña Colada looks like it might taste good," he says, inadvertently licking his lips at the thought—hey, he's a busy student and it's been a while, okay?—while Sehun shakes his head scornfully.
"I want Juicy Apple," he says, his eyes sparkling. Zitao can practically see the drool pooling in the corners of his mouth.
"You're so gross," he laughs, punching Sehun lightly on the knee.
"You wouldn't be saying that if my mouth was wrapped around your Juicy Apple-coated dick," Sehun retorts, licking his lips, and Chanyeol nods eagerly—too eagerly—in agreement.
"It's on," Zitao says, "but only if I can show you my deep throating technique after." He hasn't been taking lessons from Baekhyun for nothing.
"Me or him?" Sehun asks, gesturing over at Chanyeol who gulps visibly. Zitao looks at him thoughtfully, eyeing the bulge in his pants, the Emporio Armani label peeking over the waist of his jeans. Nice underwear.
"Who's bigger?" he asks, smirking, and . . . wait for it . . .
"Me of course," Sehun and Chanyeol both reply in unison, before turning to glare at the other. Zitao stops them halfway through pulling down their pants to take their dicks out and compare.
"We're in public okay?" He pats Chanyeol and Sehun both lightly on the knee and if his hands linger over skin just a little longer than is strictly necessary, neither of them complain. "I could always just do both of you." If Chanyeol's breathy nod is any indication, that's a solid yes. Zitao smirks.
"But if you'll excuse me," he says, nudging their knees aside, "first I have laundry to do." He proceeds to put his dirty clothes into the empty machine, listening to Chanyeol and Sehun argue over whether eating gold glitter-topped cupcakes would make their come glittery, Chanyeol firmly "yes" and Sehun firmly "no" and rolls his eyes.
"I'll eat all the gold glitter-topped cupcakes in the world and you can test it on me," he finally says, closing the door of the washer and pouring in the detergent before pressing start. "Just chill okay."
Just then the florescent light flickers, and Zitao can't help but give a small screech, accidentally jumping into Chanyeol's lap. Sehun snickers.
"Look who can't keep it in his pants," he laughs, gesturing to Zitao's awkward position.
"Shut up," Chanyeol retorts. "He obviously likes me more than you."
"I hate to break it to you," Zitao says, "but right now I like the light bulb way more than either of you."
"You come second to a light bulb," Sehun laughs, poking Chanyeol on the shoulder.
"Well you come third then," Chanyeol retorts. Zitao feels pretty safe in Chanyeol's arms though, to be honest. The monsters would obviously eat him first.