[vernon/the8] untitled
“This has to be the most uncomfortable position to stretch someone, I swear.” Minghao says as he tries to bend his wrist in a way that doesn’t make him want to cut it off.
Vernon buries his face further into Minghao’s neck. “Shut up.”
“Seriously though,” Minghao continues, now trying to somehow rearrange Vernon’s thighs on his lap so that he at least has some space to work with. Vernon’s arms tighten around his neck. “Come on, babe, I’ve already seen you naked plenty of times. Like, there’s literally nothing I haven’t seen already.”
Vernon’s arms tighten further and Minghao should probably do something about that soon. Vernon is starting to cut off his air supply.
“Shut up,” Vernon mumbles again and Minghao knows, knows he is pouting even though he can’t see Vernon’s face and with the way it’s pressed in Minghao’s neck, he can’t have much of an expression in the first place. “This…” Vernon trails off, “This is different.”
Minghao sighs and gives up trying to find a comfortable position like this. His wrist is killing him and they haven’t even done anything yet. He unclasps Vernon’s hands from behind his neck - it’s a difficult task because Vernon is anything but cooperative and Minghao’s fingers are still slippery. He’s pretty sure he got lube in his hair. He manages to push Vernon away enough to look him in the eyes. This proves a difficult task as well, though, because Vernon is looking anywhere but at him.
“Babe,” Minghao tries to make Vernon face him and smudges lube on his cheek in the process. Vernon scrunches up his nose, but looks at him. Finally. “Babe, we don’t have to do anything, okay? And even if we do it doesn’t have to be me on top. I just want you to be comfortable.”
“No! No. No, just.” Vernon takes a deep breath and his next words come out all in a rush. “I want this, I really do. It’s just. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing and I know it’s just sex and it should be common sense, yeah? But it’s not and I tried to, like research but people in porn always seem to gloss over the, like, purely functional parts and they probably overexaggerate everything and I was even more confused after that and. I guess I’m a little scared.”
Minghao smooths the hair out of his face and smiles at him. “You trust me, yeah?” Vernon nods and Minghao silences whatever he was about to say next with a kiss. “Then leave it all to me.”
Vernon still doesn’t look convinced, but at least he doesn’t protest when Minghao lays him on his back on the bed and settles between his legs. He lubes up his fingers again and inserts one, slowly, watching Vernon’s face for signs of discomfort. It doesn’t take long before Vernon grumbles about taking too long and ‘get on with it, for fuck’s sake’ and Minghao inserts a second finger, wrapping his lips around Vernon’s cock to distract him. Vernon’s hand tangles in Minghao’s hair and they go on like that for a while - Vernon’s breathing labored, his eyes closed and Minghao’s fingers knuckle deep in his ass.
“Could you stop for a second?” Vernon’s voice is shaky and Minghao immediately pulls off completely. The apology is on the tip of his tongue when Vernon continues, shaking his head “No, no, I meant- I meant just your mouth. I, uh” He is already flushed so there really is no way to tell if he’s blushing, but Minghao’s willing to bet he is. “I wanna feel it?”
Minghao smirks. “You want to feel my-”
“Yes.” Vernon interrupts and he’s glaring down at him. Minghao decides to spare him the teasing (for now) and slicks his fingers again, this time adding a third one. When he pushes them back Vernon makes a quiet sound that has Minghao’s eyes immediately snapping up in concern. He makes to pull out again but Vernon catches his wrist and keeps it in place. “Don’t. It’s just… weird.”
“Good weird or bad weird?”
“Just weird. Don’t stop.” Vernon’s voice is steady and after a beat he adds, a lot quieter, “Please.”
So Minghao keeps going, carefully keeping an eye on Vernon’s expressions. When Vernon relaxes around the three fingers he switches back to two because it’s easier to maneuver that way. He crooks them a few times until Vernon lets out a surprised “Oh.” Minghao kisses his thigh and tries to hit that same spot on every upstroke. Vernon’s breathing quickens and now he’s pushing back slowly, unevenly, like he can’t help himself.
It doesn’t take long before he catches Minghao’s wrist again, this time to actually still it. “I think,” he starts and his voice cracks, “I think I’m ready.”
“Yeah?” When Vernon nods Minghao pulls out and moves up Vernon’s body to kiss him. He whispers against Vernon’s lips, “How do you want it?”
That startles a laugh out of Vernon. ‘Is this your attempt at dirty talk?’
Minghao smirks. “Believe me, if I was trying to talk dirty to you you would’ve noticed.”
Vernon punches his shoulder but there’s no actual force behind it and Minghao just grins at him. But then Vernon pushes at him and Minghao topples over on his back out of surprise, more than anything.
‘I want to ride you.’ Minghao can’t really do anything as Vernon snatches the conveniently placed condom and tears the package. As he rolls it down Minghao’s cock, the boy briefly wonders when did the embarrassed Vernon from fifteen minutes ago disappear. Then Vernon continues, “I’ve… I’ve been fantasizing about this. Ever since that night I made out with Jeonghan. About- sitting in your lap. In this position.”
“Fuck.” Is all Minghao is able to say, partly because of the confession and partly because Vernon is slowly sinking onto his cock right now and it takes a lot of his willpower not to thrust up. Vernon moves slow, slow but doesn’t stop until Minghao is all the way in. Then he takes a deep breath and Minghao digs his fingers in Vernon’s thighs to try and ground himself. It’s a little overwhelming. He still gathers his wits enough to ask, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, m’fine, just…” Vernon’s breathing is ragged and erection hasn’t gone down, at least not entirely which is as good of a sign as any. He straight up whines when Minghao wraps a hand around his cock and apparently it prompts him to move, because he braces himself on Minghao’s shoulders and starts a rhythm. It’s a lot slower than Minghao would’ve liked but it’s a rhythm nonetheless. He keeps the rhythm of his hand just a little quicker.
Vernon’s movements quickly become faster, erratic and the room is filled with his bitten off moans. Minghao tries to last, he really does, but Vernon is so- Vernon, sweaty and panting and his eyes hooded, all traces of self consciousness gone from them and. Minghao is a lost cause
He has no idea whether Vernon’s even realized he came but he still whines when Minghao flips them over and pulls out. He doesn’t bother dealing with the condom yet, just swallows Vernon’s cock, pushing two fingers in him again. Vernon moans and his hands immediately fly to Minghao’s hair; he thrusts up and Minghao lets him, lets him fuck his mouth and fuck himself on his fingers at the same time and yeah. Vernon is a lost cause too.
*
“This whole thing would’ve been so much easier if I was drunk. Or high.” Vernon sighs a little later when they’re cleaned up and curled around each other, too lazy to move.
Minghao shakes his head. Vernon doesn’t see the movement but he can feel it. “Drunk you might be a lot less self conscious but it’s so much better to break you out of your shell the old fashioned way.”
Vernon snorts. “The old fashioned way being getting me off?”
“Are you complaining?”
Vernon throws a leg over Minghao’s. ‘No, sir.’