#lin yapping

but your hands are on his collar and your mouth is on his and he’s squeaking in surprise… your tongue slips in between his lips and suddenly it’s a full blown make out session, with his hands on your waist and you kissing him hard against a tree. licking into him and he slips a thigh between your legs to steady you. kissing him breathless and when you break away there’s a thin string of saliva that connects his lips to yours.

“take a rest,” you repeat, and watch his chest heave. he mumbles something that you don’t bother catching, because the moment he looks like he’s pouting you kiss him again. and again.

pulling away from haru and his face is flushed and he’s breathless and the crease between his brows is gone and he’s smiling a little and god, he’s so cute. kissing his nose for good measure. but there’s something nudging against your thigh and damn, it isn’t his keys.

slowly trailing your hands down his chest and palming him through the jumpsuit. haru whimpers, and you kiss the noise off his lips. squeeze him slightly through the jumpsuit. stroke him, just a little, just so he moans against your lips.

“take a rest?” you suggest again, and haru has no choice but to agree.

and like. something something jumpsuit mechanics or whatever but you get it down to his waist soon enough. as well as you can while your lips are on his, anyway - it’s hard to see where zips and shit are going when you’re still focussed on kissing him senseless. tug it far down enough you can pull him out of his boxers, and oh, when your hand closes around him-

haru letting out a soft whimper when you give him a gentle stroke, and it makes you laugh a little. giving him a small peck on the edge of his lips because well. he’s so cute. you can’t help it. but he’s shifting his hips, a silent desperate plea for you to move, and what can you do but oblige? starting slow and stroking his full length, putting some pressure on the downstroke, and soon haru is tipping his forehead onto yours and whining breathily for you to go faster, please, you feel so good, I need-

smoothing your thumb over his tip to collect the precum that beads on the top. maybe you do have to go faster, but will that get him to relax? maybe you should go slower, just to see what he does. just to see how far he can go.

something something haru on his ass in the grass, long legs angled so you’re sitting comfortably in his lap. you haven’t stopped stroking him, and he’s already panting, cheeks flushed and lips kiss swollen, when you nose up his jaw. tilting his head to one side with your hand then kissing his jawline. shifting in his lap so your skirt rides up a little your thighs, and haru’s hands find their way up your skirt. loves grabbing, you know? loves getting handfuls of you, loves the way your hand on his shoulder tightens when his thumb brushes the inside of your thigh.

haru’s gloves bumping into the seam of your underwear, and oh, the sense of satisfaction he gets when you make a noise against the column of his neck. when you suck harder on the spot next to his adam’s apple. your hands don’t stop moving though, just speed up a little, and Haru can’t help the way his hips buck upwards into your hands, can’t help the small movements he makes to help you go faster, faster-

your hands leave his cock. haru whines. his hands tighten on your thighs, and when you pull back the crease is back between his brows. what can you do but kiss his forehead? he’s so cute like this, whining and desperate, hands all over you. but you settle your weight backwards, far enough that you can lift your skirt up and tug both his gloves off. glide your hand up his mechanical arm and leave the gloves there on his shoulder. if you play your cards right they’ll stay there for the entire time you ride him.

haru can’t keep his eyes off of where you’re pulling your underwear to one side. can’t keep his eyes off of where your hand returns to his cock, stroking him once, twice, before lining him up with your entrance. chokes when his tip touches you, so warm and wet and god, just for him? his very own piece of heaven?

rubbing his tip against your clit for a while, because hey, it feels good. also feels good watching him sweat, eyes trained on where his tip disappears between your folds. his mouth slightly open (he doesn’t know it) as he pins your skirt high up your hips just so he can watch you work his cock. and if you kiss him right before you slip him into you? if he whines into your open mouth, panting and breathy, need coating your tongue, what then?

except you know elias and his sweet tooth and you know he clearly knows how they’re different and you know he knows you know he’s talking about something much much removed from apples and popcorn, and you’re murmuring in return something about maybe letting him have a taste, which is how you find yourself with elias kneeling between your legs and pulling your underwear to the side, lollipop in between his fingers like a cigarette and ungloved fingers circling your entrance to collect your slick but never quite touching where you need him to

elias murmuring something about whether he should try dressing apples with this instead before licking a stripe up your core, and the gasp you fail to contain makes him smile and tut about how sweet you are, but you don’t want to get caught, do you? makes you look at the front of the auditorium for anyone that might walk in, but the moment your eyes flick away from him his tongue finds your clit and the soft ah that leaves your lips has him releasing his hold on your underwear. nudges his lollipop between your lips and lets the blue of it coat your tongue.

elias nudging your hips up and shimmying your underwear down your thighs so he can get better access to you. hooks your knees onto his shoulders the moment he tucks your panties into his blazer pocket, and really, by now you should be used to the tease of elias’ tongue and how the rough of a knife thrower’s fingers can feel inside you, but you aren’t, you aren’t, and before you know it the lollipop shatters itself onto your tongue and elias turns your world white.