exo; favors
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fourcoldpawslukai. pg-13. 207 words. because sehun had grey hair and then luhan had too.
It isn’t very complicated. Jongin has a best friend and issues with his Platonism. Luhan isn’t quite not straight and also (according to Chanyeol, with the right lightning) Sehun’s long lost (and suspiciously Chinese) elder-although-younger-looking twin brother. Sehun has a skateboard.
“It doesn’t suit you,” Jongin says, reaching down to pull at a frizzy strand of silver grey hair.
“Mhm,” Luhan hums. It had taken him forever to get just the right color. His scalp hasn’t quite recovered yet, but he holds in his whimper when Jongin tugs, a little too hard.
“Makes you look old.”
“Mhm.” Luhan presses kisses down Jongin’s stomach – one selfish, one selfless, one selfish, one selfless.
“Why did you even do it?”
Luhan stills over Jongin’s jean button. He suppresses an urge to lisp. “Look, what you see is what you get,” he says dryly. “Do you want it or not?”
Jongin shifts a little on the bed, tilts his head back. The hand leaves Luhan’s hair and Jongin throws his arm over his face, casually. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I want it.”
Luhan sucks the button into his mouth, trying to remember what kind of kiss the last one was.
“I really fucking do.”
Then decides that it doesn’t really matter.
It isn’t very complicated. Jongin has a best friend and issues with his Platonism. Luhan isn’t quite not straight and also (according to Chanyeol, with the right lightning) Sehun’s long lost (and suspiciously Chinese) elder-although-younger-looking twin brother. Sehun has a skateboard.
“It doesn’t suit you,” Jongin says, reaching down to pull at a frizzy strand of silver grey hair.
“Mhm,” Luhan hums. It had taken him forever to get just the right color. His scalp hasn’t quite recovered yet, but he holds in his whimper when Jongin tugs, a little too hard.
“Makes you look old.”
“Mhm.” Luhan presses kisses down Jongin’s stomach – one selfish, one selfless, one selfish, one selfless.
“Why did you even do it?”
Luhan stills over Jongin’s jean button. He suppresses an urge to lisp. “Look, what you see is what you get,” he says dryly. “Do you want it or not?”
Jongin shifts a little on the bed, tilts his head back. The hand leaves Luhan’s hair and Jongin throws his arm over his face, casually. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I want it.”
Luhan sucks the button into his mouth, trying to remember what kind of kiss the last one was.
“I really fucking do.”
Then decides that it doesn’t really matter.
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