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writetomyheart2015-12-26 11:25 pm
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[Team Four] Fluff And Stuff
The holidays have beaten me into the ground this year. I'm sorry this is late, but YAY I finished it.
A muffled "help" is what draws Yixing toward the closed door. He’s not entirely sure what he’s expecting when he turns the knob and cracks the door enough to stick his head through. Perhaps Yifan’s gotten himself stuck in his footie pajamas again, or maybe he’s decided he’s playing sick from work and wants Yixing to dote on him for the day. Sometimes Yifan can be incredibly clingy and snuggly, and Yixing adores the attention, but tries not to encourage the behavior when they both need to be at the office in half an hour.
Needless to say, Yixing is quite surprised to see nothing of Yifan save his hand sticking out of the top of a pile of stuffed toys. A large pile. A pile that used to be stored in the spare closet in the guest bedroom and has seemingly migrated to their bedroom. Now that pile is all over Yifan. And the floor.
Yixing sighs. “It’s going to be embarrassing when I have to tell everyone you died by mass plush smothering,” he says. “I think a closed casket funeral might alleviate some of my shame.”
The pile starts wiggling, plush animals of all kinds and colors rolling off of Yifan until his upper half is mostly visible. Yifan peers up at Yixing upside-down with this pathetically adorable look on his face. “You bought me half of these.”
“A third,” Yixing corrects. “Tops.”
“You contributed. You should help me.”
“I should let you explain to your boss that you were late to work because you had to wade through your collection of stuffed animals,” Yixing grumbles, but he’s already walking over to offer his hand to help his boyfriend.
Yixing braces himself to pull Yifan from the floor; instead, Yifan tugs on his hand and Yixing finds himself on the floor and mostly on top of Yifan. There are stuffed toys squished between them and Yixing is too surprised to be upset. Yifan takes advantage of it and kisses Yixing before he can come to his senses.
“This doesn’t mean we’re not talking about you sneaking your collection back in here,” Yixing mumbles.
Yifan just kisses him again. And again. And, well, work is sounding less and less appealing. It’s not as if one play day off would do any harm. Yixing knows he’s lost when Yifan rolls him over and keeps him pressed to the floor while kissing down his neck. It totally feels like winning.
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A muffled "help" is what draws Yixing toward the closed door. He’s not entirely sure what he’s expecting when he turns the knob and cracks the door enough to stick his head through. Perhaps Yifan’s gotten himself stuck in his footie pajamas again, or maybe he’s decided he’s playing sick from work and wants Yixing to dote on him for the day. Sometimes Yifan can be incredibly clingy and snuggly, and Yixing adores the attention, but tries not to encourage the behavior when they both need to be at the office in half an hour.
Needless to say, Yixing is quite surprised to see nothing of Yifan save his hand sticking out of the top of a pile of stuffed toys. A large pile. A pile that used to be stored in the spare closet in the guest bedroom and has seemingly migrated to their bedroom. Now that pile is all over Yifan. And the floor.
Yixing sighs. “It’s going to be embarrassing when I have to tell everyone you died by mass plush smothering,” he says. “I think a closed casket funeral might alleviate some of my shame.”
The pile starts wiggling, plush animals of all kinds and colors rolling off of Yifan until his upper half is mostly visible. Yifan peers up at Yixing upside-down with this pathetically adorable look on his face. “You bought me half of these.”
“A third,” Yixing corrects. “Tops.”
“You contributed. You should help me.”
“I should let you explain to your boss that you were late to work because you had to wade through your collection of stuffed animals,” Yixing grumbles, but he’s already walking over to offer his hand to help his boyfriend.
Yixing braces himself to pull Yifan from the floor; instead, Yifan tugs on his hand and Yixing finds himself on the floor and mostly on top of Yifan. There are stuffed toys squished between them and Yixing is too surprised to be upset. Yifan takes advantage of it and kisses Yixing before he can come to his senses.
“This doesn’t mean we’re not talking about you sneaking your collection back in here,” Yixing mumbles.
Yifan just kisses him again. And again. And, well, work is sounding less and less appealing. It’s not as if one play day off would do any harm. Yixing knows he’s lost when Yifan rolls him over and keeps him pressed to the floor while kissing down his neck. It totally feels like winning.
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