[M] Drabble 4 (1/1)

And he cups the pale cheeks, wiping the tears away before kissing the swollen eyes. He thought it was the best decision for them but he was wrong. For this person to cry his heart out because of him. Soaking wet with rain coming to him. And his breaking heart that being held together by thin strings finally snapped, as nothing hurts him more than seeing this person crying, and how the sole reason is him. And he whispers, don't cry, I'm sorry, please, before catching the cracked lips with his own. Kissing him gently and deeply, pulling the upper lip and nibling the bottom. And he licks the still-falling tears, hands secure tight around the thin waist and hoists the person and himself from the floor and on their feet.

And he finds those pink lips again, putting the small arms over his shoulders and around his neck, before getting hold of the jeans-covered thighs to be wrapped around his torso, lips still kissing the swollen one hard. Bathroom door being kicked open and he enters the stall, turning the shower on and he moves from the lips to the neck, devouring it and leaving his mark, teeth sinking deeply just enough before it bleeds, doing the same thing to the other side. Leaning the small body on the glass for a moment as he lifts their soaked clothes off and continues to trail the bare chest with his tongue, mind hazy when it reaches just below the navel. And he lets him down and on his knees, lips kissing the stomach and hands unzipping and taking off wet jeans, and he is cursing himself for pushing away this beautiful person that has even more beautiful heart. He kisses the inner thigh, soft gasps don't miss his ears as shower keeps pouring down on them and he moves up, and up and lean legs are over his shoulder, fingers between his hair for balance as he pushes his tongue in, eyes hooded in pleasure as he prepares the entrance. The walls tightens as he swirls deeper, soft moans making his front hurt from being confined and licks the inside one last time before pulling out but not pulling  away, kissing the puckered entrance and traces with the tip of his tongue from it until the front, stopping to admire the hard length that has started dripping whites and he gets on his feet, trembling at how desparate he is to be inside this person again as he discards his pants. And he kisses him, softly, even when he is this hungry of man that almost forgot what those lips tasted like because he was sure he can live without it, because he doesn't want to let any moment goes by just like that, as he gently hoists him a little to settle on his hips, lower lip gets bitten when his length brushes the sensitive entrance. Yifan, this person sobs between his heavy breaths and he nods, one hand on the wall for balance as the other on the small back for assurance, slowly guiding his length between crack of the supple flesh toward the entrance and he pushes in, lightly until the head is fully in and he kisses him again, swallowing the gasps as he continues his way in, and biting on the small shoulder when head falls on his chest tired from holding in the pain as he is fully inside of him. He stays like that, unmotionless as the water slicking their body, letting him to fully adjust his pulsating length as he doesn't want to hurt him more than he already does. He breathes in, deeply, and buries his nose in the black locks as he pulls out, just slightly, before pushing in again. And he repeats it, pulling out slightly more than before every time, and pushing in slightly harder than before every time. And he takes it as a que at the moan of his name as his length is left with only the head inside and he turns off the shower, whispers, I love you, and thrusting back hard, making the small back bend at the shock. He bites, the neck, the collarbone, the shoulder, the chest, the nipple, the torso, as he makes love to this person. The person that is so sweet, so gentle, so perfect to him but somehow he has the heart to hurt him, breaking him with nonsense that coming from nowhere and pushing him away but he came back. Small, pink lips are kissing the back of his ears and tugging at his earlobe, his name being moaned with heavy breath as tiny hands card his hair, trapped inside the fists when his thrusts deep enough that his length touches that sweet spot. The pants are getting quicker and he looks down between their bodies; full, red length is standing upright and he ups his pace, sound echoes as his hips meet with suppled flesh that is sure to bruise tomorrow and he feels himself coming closer; the walls around him are getting tighter as his own is getting bigger and he kisses the swollen lips, darting his tongue in and out of the small mouth, mimicking their love making. He pulls out all the way, almost, as half of the head is the only thing connecting them together, and he can feels the entrance moving, trying to suck him back in and he complies, sinking his teeth on the small shoulder and thrusts back hard, loud moans of his name fill the bathroom as he releases, nonstop, inside this person, his own is messy on their fronts. His knees are week but he doesn't let this person down, or pulling himself out of him, as he keeps kissing him, apologizing and confessing between taken breaths, and I love you slips out from the pink lips and it goes straight from his ears to his heart and stopping at his length, making it alive again inside the small body. And he walks out from the shower stall, arms securing this person from falling and lips kissing this person from talking, as he steps into the bathtub, sitting them down and fumbling to turn on the hot water, his lips bitten when cold water that touches their bodies and he doesn't try again as he trails kisses on the chest that is full with his marks and touches. It will get cold even before they finish anyway.  *I just want to write smut