Fogged Up
Description
Title: Fogged Up
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Suho/Tao
Word Count: 2,302
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zitao s Junmyeun against a mirror.
Warnings: , , slight!, pwp, swearing.
Author's Note: Written for this prompt via 
exopromptmeme.
A sweaty palm slammed into the long mirror, which was then followed by a series of curse words as Junmyeun felt his cheeks being spread by large hands. He whimpered and pushed his hips back when the warm breath of the person behind him covered his quivering hole.
The whimper dissolved into a yell when a hot tongue a stripe starting from his perineum till the crease where his lower back met his . The rough hands kneaded his cheeks and Junmyeun clenched his eyes, trying to keep his mouth shut, lest someone walked into the dance studio and found the duo in such a compromising position.
“Zitao,” the older called out between gritted teeth, “stop teasing and do something.”
Junmyeun heard soft chuckling from the man behind him and resisted the urge to turn around and thwack the maknae across the head. Before he could say anything else, however, the tongue was back, only this time it was pushing incessantly against his hole.
The smaller male refused to admit that the sound he made was a needy moan, but it was honestly borderline carnal. He braced both of his hands against the mirror; hands that clenched into fists when the tongue poking at his hole slowly eased its way in and leisurely against his heated walls.
He opened his eyes and stared into the mirror, letting out a moan for real this time, because the sight in front of him was tremendously .
Junmyeun stood with his clothes strewn on the floor next to him. Zitao, hidden from view due to the leader’s taught body, was crouched behind him, holding him tightly by the hips and thumbs spreading his cheeks so that the younger could bury his face there and pleasure the smaller man with his sinful tongue.
Junmyeun cried out when Zitao began ing him with his tongue, each back in going deeper and slicking up the older male’s tight walls. Junmyeun had to bite his lip to hold in a scream as the M maknae pulled back and starting biting on the soft skin surrounding his hole.
Thighs trembling and arms strained, Junmyeun tried not to think about falling over the edge too early. Zitao pulled away from his , his lips obscenely, before he trailed kisses and bites up Junmyeun’s back until he reached the elder’s neck.
By now, Junmyeun was panting wildly; beads of sweat starting to form at his temple and hair beginning to stick to his face and curl slightly. Zitao had started marks into the pale, near translucent skin of Junmyeun’s neck.
The leader knew that the cordi-noonas will give him hell for that, because those were marks and the fans could see—but the shorter man couldn’t bring himself to care as Zitao started lightly ing his clothed against Junmyeun’s bare .
“Do you want it, hyung?” Zitao whispered filthily into Junmyeun’s ear. “Do you want my ?”
Junmyeun’s eyes were closed, bottom lip held between his teeth and his hips rocking against Zitao’s in a steady rhythm. He didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. His mind was going into overdrive—and at that point, he didn’t care if someone walked in on them.
“Open your eyes, hyung,” came the soft command. Zitao his sides and Junmyeun opened his eyes, and found that his cheeks were flushed and his lips were red and swollen from being worried by his own teeth.
Zitao was leaning against him, strong and powerful with most of his clothes still on—making the older male shudder at how vulnerable his position really was. The taller male’s piercing eyes met with his own in the mirror and Junmyeun gave him a pleading look.
Slowly, Zitao brought one of his hands to Junmyeun’s mouth. “,” he ordered.
Junmyeun complied eagerly, bringing the long fingers into his mouth and coating them with saliva. His small hands were still braced against the mirror, a silent message of submission, since Zitao hadn’t told him that he could move them.
Using his other hand, Zitao moved quickly to undo the zipper of his jeans and pulled the denim down to his thighs. Junmyeun’s loud moan was muffled around the digits in his mouth, as Zitao slid his thick between the older man’s cheeks.
Zitao smirked at Junmyeun through the mirror and lightly moved his hips. “Look at you; ty and bare—just for me.”
He emphasised his point by sinking his teeth into Junmyeun’s skin and there was no way that there wasn’t going to be a mark in that spot tomorrow morning. The shorter man knew that Zitao liked it when Junmyeun walked around baring his marks; silently revealing to everyone that the K leader was extremely and thoroughly taken.
Junmyeun was about to start crying with need, when Zitao thankfully picked up on his impatience and took his fingers out of his mouth. The slightly tanned hand was brought down to Junmyeun’s cheeks, where the smaller male enthusiastically spread his legs and bent at the hips.
He knew how Zitao wanted him, and so he pushed hips back in an inviting manner. The older man bit back a grin when he heard the maknae swear under his breath, and gave a little wiggle just for good measure.
The playfulness was cut off when Junmyeun’s breath hitched as he felt thick fingers press into him, starting with two. He tensed and his thighs started shaking, but then he was slowly turned into a puddle of goo when Zitao pressed soothing kisses to his shoulder blades, slowly ing his fingers in and out.
Junmyeun hated begging, but his was curled towards his stomach and looking a violent shade of purple. He wanted to come and Zitao was being a little tease; now pressing relentlessly and harshly against his prostate.
“Please,” the leader gasped out, tears forming in his eyes from overstimulation. “Zitao, now, please.”
His sweaty palms were leaving imprints on the mirror and his breath was fogging up the glass due to close proximity and condensation. He nearly sobbed when Zitao pulled his four fingers out of him, clenching embarrassingly around nothing—waiting desperately to be filled.
Zitao curled a strong arm around Junmyeun’s waist as he spat into the other hand and brought it down to lubricate his own thick . It wasn’t long before the younger placed his at Junmyeun’s entrance; the smaller male basically vibrating with anticipation.
Zitao leaned forward, resting a bit of his weight on Junmyeun’s small frame, before wrapping both arms around the leader’s middle. Junmyeun dropped his head between his arms and breathed out deeply as Zitao leaned forward and whispered into his ear.
“Are you ready, baby?”
Before Junmyeun could even respond, Zitao shoved his roughly into the older man’s tight heat; bottoming out in one go. Junmyeun, now far beyond caring of secrecy, let out a loud wail and clenched his eyes at the pain.
The force of the caused him to be pressed against the coolness of the mirror, to which he was grateful. However, the pain of being stretched so suddenly and hastily without the proper amount of lube or stretching was persistently stinging.
Junmyeun closed his eyes as Zitao started ing earnestly, building an unrelenting rhythm with strong shoves that caused the smaller male’s to press against the mirror, spreading pre- from the tip. Junmyeun had his fists and forearms fixed against the mirror, back bending into a beautiful arch as Zitao used one hand to pull him by the side onto his own hips and curled the other hand into Junmyeun’s hair, pulling it back.
Junmyeun’s tantalizing neck was revealed and his chest stuck out, s hardening as they brushed unforgivingly against the mirror. His gaze moved downwards, where he could see Zitao’s thick pushing in past his ring of muscle, balls slapping against his rapidly reddening cheeks. The denim of his jeans was constantly rubbing against Junmyeun’s soft mounds of flesh, the friction causing a deliciously painful pleasure.
Both of them moaned when Zitao rotated his hips slightly, causing his head to brush against Junmyeun’s prostate; Junmyeun from the sensation and Zitao from the nearly unbearable clenching. The smaller male had his head thrown back to rest on Zitao’s shoulder as the younger let go of his hair and mouthed at his neck; never ceasing to wildly.
Junmeyun moaned, raw and something akin to gravel as his prostate was abused. his lips, he curled his fingers resting against the mirror as the strength of Zitao’s s drove him to stand onto the balls of his feet. He watched Zitao’s face in the mirror, eyes shut and mouth open as the taller male found his pleasure within Junmyeun’s body. He gasped when Zitao opened his eyes and gave the leader a lustful stare.
“Look at you,” Zitao murmured into his ear, playfully mocking, before he dragged a wet tongue along the shell of Junmyeun’s ear. His hot breath fanned out against the small ear; just as Junmyeun’s breath contributed to the fog on the mirror. “Only I can do this to you. Only I can see you like this.”
His tone was possessive. Junmyeon loved it.
He bit Junmyeun’s ear; who keened in retaliation and jerked his hips backwards. Zitao brought a hand up to pinch the elder’s s harshly, turning them pink and sensitive. All the while he muttered filthy promises, the speed of his s only quickening as he began to desperately chase his own pleasure.
“You’re so good, Junmyeun,” he whispered through his teeth, “made for my .”
Junmyeun still had eyes on the mirror and he took in everything; from the sweat running down Zitao’s face, to the way Zitao’s disappeared inside of him. The maknae bit his bottom lip in an enticing manner, and despite his debauched appearance, he gave Junmyeon a cocky grin in the mirror.
The leader could only moan; the sound cutting off short and turning into something similar to a shriek as Zitao brought a dark skinned hand to his and pumped him languidly. The pace of his hand and the soft kisses he placed at Junmyeon’s neck had a strong contrast to his harsh pounds inside the elder’s body coupled with the way his other hand dug blunt fingernails into the leader’s soft hip.
Junmyeun watched in the mirror, as his mouth fell open and he panted, body seizing as if preparing for the up and coming . The mirror was slippery, his body rubbing onto it a mix between sweat and pre-. The older male whimpered as Zitao’s hard, thick length had started to constantly jab at his prostate; the movement of his hips strong and fluid.
A deep, deep heat settled in his abdomen and Junmyeun had to bite his lip in order to anchor himself. He rolled his hips backward to meet with Zitao and was satisfied to hear a nearly broken moan escape from the younger’s lips.
His satisfaction was short-lived, however, when a very pleasurable burn shot up his spine and he moaned intensely. “Z-Zitao,” he gasped, finding it hard to catch breaths as the taller male was basically ing the air out of his lungs. “Zitao, I’m close.”
Zitao bit on the lobe of his ear in retaliation, sharp canines digging into the soft flesh, causing Junmyeun to cry out loudly and arch his back even further. The movement caused Zitao to pushoh so deliciously and perfectly against his prostate and then Junmyeun was screaming loudly as he spilled on the mirror, white ropes of seed trailing down the glass.
He clenched is eyes closed as Zitao’s pace seemed to increase to an unhuman speed. One, two, three, four s later and the M maknae was pulling out of Junmyeun –who reacted with a yelp of surprise at the sudden emptiness—and emptying himself all over the leader’s lower back with a low “”. Usually he would finish within Junmyeun, but dancing with come trailing down your legschafes like a .
They fell forward, trying to catch their breaths; Junmyeun resting his forehead against the clouded mirror and Zitao breathing out in puffs along his shoulder blades. Both let out soft, pleased chuckles and pulled away from the mirror.
Zitao managed to quickly rummage through his bag and find some tissues, which he used to clean Junmyeun; before the latter moved around the dance room to pick up his scattered clothing. As he bent over, the taller was able to ogle at his , still red from the force of Zitao’s s and the friction of his jeans. With this in mind, the maknae couldn’t help but feel a little smug.
As Zitao tucked himself back inside his pants and straightened out his clothing, Junmyeun pulled his garments on quickly and efficiently. Many hours spent doing quick changes backstage made it somewhat simple to ease into clothing with the swiftness that the duo possessed.
When they both deemed themselves decent looking, Junmyeun stood on his toes to reach up and fix Zitao’s hair. The younger only smirked and placed his large hands on the smaller’s hips, only to swoop down and capture his beautiful lips into a loving kiss.
They slowly pulled apart, but only because Junmyeun had reluctantly murmured “they’re going to wonder where we are” against their joined lips. Together, they smiled and grabbed their bags, walking out of the building and into the cool night air, making their way to the dorms.
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It wasn’t until the next day, when the EXO members tiredly stumbled into the dance practice room, did Sehun take a look at the mirror before crying out in barely concealed disgust, “Oh, god. That’s just gross.”
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