#exom lay

Bare limbs and soft breaths, waking up (and) having you make(s) me feel steadier, (like) I can be myself...

(♫) I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart.

When you woke up that morning, you were sure everything was just a dream. A wonderful dream, where Yixing and you did amazing things in your very bed. You were convinced that it had never happened, that is, until you realized the warm thing surrounding you weren't blankets, but arms.

With sleepy movements, you rest your hand over his elbow and kiss the closest thing you can reach with minimal movement; his bicep. Flashes of last night fill your mind and send a wave of warmth into your face. You remember seeing those same biceps flex when you asked him to go faster.

As your body begins to slowly wake up, you're aware of the cool wetness between your thighs, which makes you shiver slightly. Bashfully, you allow yourself to relive those last few moments of bliss.

"I'm-- oh, God--!" You gasp, fingers curling around his black locks and pulling him down for a sloppy kiss. You feel the man above you groan into your lips, pressing your bodies closer at the hip.

"I'm so close," He murmurs when he pulls away, the burning sensation in your abdomen intensifying.

"Faster, please go faster." You beg him, releasing his hair to claw at his biceps instead. They harden beneath your touch as he speeds up, and you both mewl as you tighten around his length. Your tear your lip when you chomp down on it as you orgasm, chin up and back arched against his toned body.

"I can't-- I'm going to--" You see the uncertainty flash across his face, but before you can give him a reply, he pulls out and cums a second later.

Yixing stirs, bringing you out of your sinful thoughts. You tilt your head to look at him, before kissing his messed up fringe, too. At this, he blinks a few times before his mind wakes up. "Good morning, Sunshine," he smiles softly, his dimple forming.

"Morning." You smile back, feeling giddy suddenly. "Sunshine" is the nickname he gave you last night, before things escalated past the point of rational thought.

"We have all night, Sunshine, let me go slow." Yixing's hands glided over your entire form, not missing one place and it made you feel like a queen. He worshiped you and made sure you felt nice with his lips.

"'Sunshine?'" You repeat, unable to help but smirk. "What a cute name," You muse, honestly feeling that way. "What do I call you?" You ask him, half expecting a reply, but not really.

To your surprise, he actually stops to consider it, hovering over you and looking at you thoughtfully. Then, to shock you even more, he quips, "Daddy?" When you drop your jaw, he chuckles nervously and glances away. "You don't have to, it's just a thought," He chides.

"N-No, it's fine," You say immediately, not turned off by the idea. "I'm just surprised that you, well," He notices your loss for words and laughs.

"You didn't expect it from me?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Is the aviary open today?" Yixing didn't bother loosening his hold on you, and you didn't mind. It was nice to wake up in his warmth, smelling like him and feeling his weight against you. You fought the urge to kiss him again.

"You should know the schedule by now." You berate him lightly, and he giggles. He freaking giggles. "What's so funny?" You ask him, pouting your lips and watching his eyes crinkle.

"I still see the marks I gave you," He grins, poking the ones on your shoulder. You flush at his words, feeling yourself swell with embarrassment and good things all at once. After a bit of silence, he whispers, "You're so beautiful."

You decide that you're too red for anyone else to witness and turn your face away so he can't see. "You're always making me blush, you know that?" You ask him when you feel him sit up slightly to lean over you. He gets in your field of vision again, just to smirk at you, and you roll your eyes at his playfulness.

"You're so easy," He teases, pecking your lips lightly. "Or you really like me saying it."

"It's a bit of both," You chuckle despite yourself. He said the exact same words last night.

When his diction registers in your head, you literally whine with want. Yixing raises his eyebrow at this, looking more smug than he should. "You're so easy," He teases, thrusting into you shallowly to loosen you up. "Or you really like me saying it."

That makes you whine again, but shyly. "D-Daddy, I just want you to fuck me already." You say. He said he'd take his time, and he meant it.

"I know, I know, Sunshine," He coos, kissing your face over and over. "But you need to relax for me, you're so--" He gasps when you do it again. "--tight." You don't hold back the moan at his talk, instead keeping eye contact as you do, and you watch with fascination as his pupils dilate.

After a bit of tickling and giggling, you suggest the both of you should get ready for work. Yixing, of course, pouts at this. "Can't you close today? So we can spend time together instead?" He asks, puckering his lips to kiss you again.

You laugh, covering his mouth with your hand and holding him there. "We're together all day, Yixing." You remind him. He closes his eyes and settles for kissing your fingers instead.

"Call me Xing." He requests.

"Xing." You respond.

Eventually, you convince him to get out of bed and later, he convinces you to shower with him. You were reluctant at first, before he reminded you that he's already seen your body. For that smart comment, you chased him into the shower with a loofah.

"Let me wash you," He asks, already gathering the soap. You allow him to, and he gently rubs your skin, making sure to help you clean your nightly oils. The way he touches you now is the same way he touched you before.

"You're perfect," He whispers in awe, gazing down at your exposed skin. He had barely removed your nightgown before taking you in with his eyes.

"You are, too," You tell him, but not to stroke his ego. You genuinely thought he had no flaw, despite the scar running down his shoulder. You ran your hand along it and watched him inhale slowly at your touch.

"I think I..." He starts, and you have a feeling that you know what he wants to say, but he doesn't finish it. You think you know why, too, because you feel the same way. But it's too early to say it. To say "I love you".

And in any other relationship you would be fine with that, but for some reason, the one you have with Yixing feels intimate already (and not because of what you're about to do). You feel you already know Yixing, already learned everything about him and have known him for years now. It's like your soul knows him, like something is binding you two together and has fated for you to meet.

"Yixing," He never told you it, but it was still on your mind.

"Xing," He corrects you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing into your back. He held your body loosely, carelessly, because he knew you wouldn't pull away.

"Xing," You repeat, but stay quiet afterwards. Maybe he doesn't feel the same way you do. Sure, he likes you, or else he wouldn't be so clingy. But maybe he doesn't feel that everlasting thing you do, like you were soul mates. Maybe it was all in your head.

As if reading your mind, he utters a statement, "I want to know how you feel about us, Sunshine," and leans his head against yours. "Tell me how you feel." He murmurs.

"Xing," He feels your hesitation, and holds you tighter as if it'd make it go away. "I think I really, really like you." You murmur back.

“Xing~” You whine, wiggling your arms and legs childishly as he tightens his hold on you. “Lemme get up, I wanna eat!” You pout sleepily, but your boyfriend simply chuckles behind you and keeps you down.

“No, I’m not letting you go,” He coos, kissing the back of your neck lightly. “It’s too early to get out of bed.”

“It’s 7:00.” You deadpan, giving up your struggle and going limp. “We normally get up at 6:00, you goof.”

“Yeah, but it’s the weekend.” Yixing mumbles, nipping your shoulder playfully. “I want to spend my free time with you in bed.” You feel something wet poke your skin and know the reason why Yixing was so insistent on making you stay. “We can cuddle all you want, or do something more…” He offers, but you know what he wants, and you’d be lying if you didn’t said you didn’t want it, too.

Without saying anything, you pull away from him, and this time he lets you. You turn to face him and climb over him, heart racing at the anticipating smile that spreads across his plump lips. Grinning, you kiss them slowly, going as sluggish as your tired body wants to.

“Just so it’s clear,” Yixing starts when you begin to palm his crotch, “We’re not cuddling right now, right?” You roll your eyes at his joke, since the answer is obvious.

“No, we’re not, babe.” You reply anyway, deciding to humor him. “And since you didn’t let me have my breakfast, I expect compensation.” Instantly, he understands what you mean and a light blush fills his cheeks, taken off guard.

“Oh, you don’t have to…” He starts, but you’re already pulling the waistband back and bending over. Just that little bit of kissing and teasing got him so worked up, you note when his length slaps against his stomach after you pull his briefs down. Gently, you wrap your fingers around him and only skim the surface of his dick, making him squirm. “You sadist!” He whines, which makes you chuckle.

Deciding that enough playing around has happened this morning, you grant him peace of mind and wrap your lips around his cock, taking him in entirely in one go. Yixing watches you with fascination and pleasure as you blow him, unable to believe he was lucky enough to have someone as precious as you in his life (and also someone so good at giving head).

“_____…” Yixing moans softly, threading his fingers in your hair lightly. “I’m close.” When you hum and his dick hits the back of your throat, he can’t hold himself back and cums in your mouth, groaning and trying to keep his hips down so he doesn’t choke you.

You take your time swallowing his seed, licking away the drops that fell on your chin and kissing his sensitive head when you’re done. You giggle when it twitches and he groans at the sensation, before he pulls you up to embrace you loosely.

“Thank you, Princess, that was wonderful.” He tells you, petting your hair. “Be ready for your turn, okay?”

“Just hold me for now.” You settle nicely in his arms, closing your eyes and feeling tired again. “Cuddles first.”