#sorrable

He had been waiting in an empty bedroom, leaning against the door frame when he spots the familiar gleaming fabric, not even hesitating a moment to reach out, take her arm and drag her inside, shutting the door quickly, draping the room in utter darkness while the walls pulse with the bass of the music. He pushes her against the wall, quick to capture her hips between his hands as he cranes his head until her breath puffs against his lips and he covers her mouth with his, hungrily kissing her. He meets resistance, but in his hazy stupor, reads it as clumsy, uncoordinated want when the hands on his chest at first push before he slides his hands around, boldly groping the swell of her ass and taking advantage of the opening of her gasping mouth to slide his tongue inside, his wet muscle cavorting with hers. In between heavy, hot kisses and his roaming hands, he can’t help but wonder when she had changed into denim jeans, and why her noises sounded so deep all of a sudden, but he doesn’t question it as he ruefully tears his lips from hers, trailing his down the column of her neck, leaving dark, possessive bruises against her skin. He’s in the midst of sliding his fingers up her dress turned shirt when the door opens and light spills in and he turns his head to glare, to tell the stranger to piss off so he can get right back to what he was doing only to have his eyes widen, jaw dropping when he realizes he’s staring at the girl he thought he was kissing this whole time. He turns to look at who he had encaged against the wall, seeing a male he’d never seen before and he suddenly goes cold, his gaze flickering back and forth between the two. “I can explain-” He starts, looking at her only to receive a death glare and a slam of the door to the face. He reluctantly turns forward again, unable to see the guy his hands are still on, but he can tell they’re both looking at each other. “So...uh...wanna keep going?”

It had been easy enough, to bother Sora and then some, though Yifan’s favorite form of harassment involved teasing. He had been holding the latter’s phone up high above him, entertaining himself with watching the other jump for it, spitting threats that he doesn’t take to heart. He figures it’s time to end it, slipping off his bracelet and pretending to throw the latter’s phone across the room. He takes advantage of Sora’s momentary distraction to lower himself, his face near the other’s as he waits for the latter to realize that his phone is still in Yifan’s hand. He smirks lightly when Sora’s lips brush his cheek when the other turns to face him, Yifan standing tall again and finally handing the other his phone back. “Aw, if you just wanted a kiss, you should have asked.” He teases more, patting the other fondly on the back.

“Well hi there,” Luhan grinned at the other warmly.

Yifan barely registers the shifting on the bed, so deep in slumber he almost doesn’t wake to the weight settling against his side, a bit lying across one side of his chest. He doesn’t need to open his eyes to know who’d be slithering into bed with him, the blond merely bending his arm at the elbow, pulling the covers up over the both of them and letting his forearm lay over Sora’s waist. “Wake me up and you’re dead.” He threatens half-heartedly.

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : I personally believe that you’re a sweetheart who just needed a tiny push into submission to be my friend. I think we get along quite well, and given the fact that I had decided to be patient with you, well, I’m glad that I decided to such a thing in the first place. Getting to know you like this is lovely, let’s continue on this path together.a strange thought my muse has about yours : I actually think you look rather dashing in any clothing you wear, even though you have your own sense of style, I still think you dress well.. You just have that aura about you, is that weird to think?a thread/plot i’d like for our muses : We’re on our way to a good plot already, though I’d like to be even closer, if that’s okay with you.

this is late but hey! whats up?

You are to me a:[] Stranger[#] Acquaintance[] Ally[#] Friend [] Love[] Rival [] EnemyI find you to be:[] Pathetic[] Of no consequence[#] Intriguing [] Frightening [] Unsettling [] Annoying [] Infuriating [#] Pleasant company[#] Comforting []  Unable to be lived without [#] Trustworthy

Nodding his head in acknowledgement, the taller smiles back gently. “Yifan. Nice to meet you, Sora.”