weilongfu:

The first kiss to Can’s cheek is a surprise.

Tin remembers the feel of Can’s lips under his. He will not soon forget the feel of Can’s cheek. The skin is soft, smooth, and wonderfully warm. Tin feels the urge to do more come from the impulsive part of his brain. He carefully reigns it in. It wouldn’t do to scare Can away now.

“It’s salty. Next time warn me that you’ve been sweating so I won’t kiss you then,” Tin says instead of aiming for Can’s lips instead. 

The kiss is worth all the yelling Can gives.

The second kiss to Can’s cheek happens at the open market. 

The feeling is the same, but something is different. Something in Can’s gaze and reaction. Almost as if Can leans in to the press of Tin’s lips. Can begins objecting all the same anyway.

“It tastes different this time. Did you wash your face?”

“I did…”

“That’s good. Let’s go.”

A light and effervescent feeling spreads through Tin’s chest. Can took a little more care this morning. Not that he knew he’d meet up with Tin, but the idea of it makes Tin happy.

The third kiss to Can’s cheek happens on another date between them. 

Can sits, enraptured by the violence and gore happening on screen. Tin’s personal movie theater is amazing and it gets all the newest releases, even foreign horror films. Can’s still very firm in his, “You can’t buy me,” stance. But Tin has sat through three horror films in a row without blinking. The only time he got up was to get Can more popcorn and soda.

Money can’t buy Can’s love, but Tin’s attention is slowly doing the trick. Can’s traitorous heart skips a beat when Tin looks over at Can and smiles softly. Happy only because Can is enjoying himself.

As the movie ends, Tin gets up and stretches his legs. “Should I tell them to start the next one in the series?”

“Yes!” Can jumps up as well. “Oh my gosh, this is so amazing!”

Tin’s eyes grow soft again and Can wonders what kind of expression he must be making to make Tin look like that at him all the time. Tin leans over and presses a gentle peck against Can’s cheekbone. 

“I’ll go get you some more snacks while I tell them to start the next one. You can relax.”

Can feels his knees go weak as Tin walks off. Falling into his seat and sighing is a bit too easy.

The first time Can kisses Tin on the cheek is a Saturday. 

Tin is laying back on his bed, reading a book. Can is also laying back playing video games on his phone. But Tin’s bed is so big, they both manage to have their own space. 

It’s a ridiculous luxury. But it’s incredibly comfortable. The sheets feel wonderful and Tin didn’t even complain about Can laying out in his street clothes on the bed. 

Can glances at Tin and sees an expression that has slowly become more and more familiar. Around Can, Tin’s walls have fallen and he looks as young, open, and vulnerable as ever. It’s amazing. It’s also horrifying. 

But Can is unable to stop the feelings developing in his chest from seeing Tin look this way. Unable to get over the fact that he is the cause. And when Tin smiles to himself, Can is utterly lost.

Can squirms until he is pressed up against TIn’s side. Tin doesn’t even object. He simply puts his arm around Can and continues reading. Can’s heart flutters again.

Can leans up and presses a kiss so soft, it could have just been a passing breeze, against Tin’s cheek. 

Tin stiffens immediately and turns to look at Can who simply starts smiling.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Tin nuzzles against Can’s cheek. “Did I do something?”

“No… Actually yes.” 

“What did I do?” Tin’s eyes are curious, but sparkling.

“You made me love you.”

lbc-tincan:

fkyb:

lbc-tincan:

fkyb:

“I really would’ve liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town.” – “I really would’ve liked it if you put underwear on before coming into the kitchen.”

@lbc-tincan sorry it took me forever 😳 and i changed the phrasing a bit but hey it’s here!

——————-

It’s laundry day, and laundry day means they spend the whole morning naked. Sometimes the whole day, if they are both lucky enough and managed to get out of working in the afternoon. It’s tradition by now, really, after three years of living together and of doing the laundry every third week-end of the month. It’s one of their Couple Things™, so it’s not unreasonable of Tin to assume he can safely step out of the bedroom stark naked, as usual on laundry day.

What’s unusual on this laundry day is Can’s Ma standing in the kitchen, pot of coffee in hand, looking at Tin up and down with a slowly growing appreciative smile.

Tin stops dead in his tracks, one hand still holding the doorknob. Can’s mother lifts the pot of coffee in greeting, one eyebrow quirked up.

“Good morning, Tin,” she says. “Would you be an angel and tell Can I’m here?”

He nods slowly, unable to speak, and goes back inside the safety of their bedroom.

“Can! Wake up!” Tin shakes Can awake, gripping his shoulder until Can blinks up at him.

“What? Tin, why? It’s early, why – hey, laundry day, uh?” Can leers.

“Can, your mother’s here!”

Can stands up immediately, going into panic mode. “Ma’s here? And you’re naked? Did she see you? Couldn’t you have put on some underwear before going in the kitchen?”

“I really would’ve liked it if you told me your mother was coming to town,” Tin says urgently, looking for clean underwear. Considering it’s laundry day, there’s only the elephant trunk gag ones, and there’s no way he’s going back in front of Can’s mom wearing these.

“Yeah, well I really would’ve liked for her not to see you naked but here we are.”

“It’s your mother, you deal with her, I’m just going to hide in shame under the covers. You can wake me up again when the laundry is done.”

“But Tin -”

Tin kisses him to shut him up -it always brings fond memories of their beginning, so maybe it turns into a bit more than the quick peck he first intented.

Maybe Can’s Ma can wait a bit to see her son. She should have known better than to come by on laundry day.

Lmao thank you this was so light and fluffy. I stan laundry day.

Can WOULD forget to mention laundry his ma coming to town. He totally was gonna tell Tin the other day, but Tin was in a MOOD when he got home. The asshole wouldn’t even let Can finish making dinner in peace. As soon as he gotten into the apartment he had tossed his suit jacket onto the couch and yanked his tie loose as he had moved towards Can. He had come up behind Can, wrapping his arms around him, and pressed incessant kisses to Can’s neck and jaw. Feeling Can up until he gave in to the little devil and dragged him to bed. So if Can forgot to tell Tin…well whose to fault was it really?

Uuuuuh where’s the rest of the smut???? 😄😄😄

I’m not much of a smut writer but I will try!

– – –

“Ayyyy Tin, you’re gonna make the food all cold and gross!” complained Can even as he made his way to the bedroom with Tin.

“I’ll buy us some takeout, but if you’re really so hungry I’ll give you something else to eat” replied Tin, smirking.

As they made it into the bedroom, Can sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling his loose grey t-shirt off and over his head as Tin pressed fervent kisses to his lips while rushing to unbutton his own white work shirt. Making quick work out of the task, Tin grabbed Can’s face in his hands. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. Need you so bad, Cantaloupe,” Tin breathed, his eyes shrouded in a desire so strong Can thought Tin might just consume him.

Can surged forward to kiss Tin properly, pulling the bigger man down all the way so that he was no longer standing but straddling Can. As they made out Can felt Tin harden before he pushed the smaller man down to lay flat on the bed. Moving kiss unto his throat and moving downward languidly. In the meantime Can moved one hand in Tin’s hair, tugging on the silky strands and the other running shapless figures on his well-muscles back.

“You like it like this, right Ai Cantaloupe? You need more?” Tin asked dirtily as his hands paused right at Can’s shorts, gazing upwards. Now the great thing was that Can was super sensitive and Tin had a praise kink a mile wide so Can has no reservations in replying “Yes, Tin koon chai, just like that. Keep going.” Tin usually preferred for Can to go down on him first but if he was set in a mood for this? Well Can wasn’t about to stop him.

Can moaned loudly as Tin worked him with his mouth, heat pooling in his stomach. Tim’s fervour driving him wild.

Can moved away to reach onto the bedside table to grab lube and a condom, wordlessly going to pass it to Tin when he was stilled by Tin’s grip on his wrist. The larger man glances down shyly as his already flushed cheeks darkened further. He paused for only a moment before leaning in to whisper in Can’s ear, “Ai Can, I want you to do it today.”

Can paused for a moment, they had switched positions before, but still Tin usually preferred to be on top. Brushing some loose strands out of Tin’s eyes, Can looked at him carefully.

“Are you sure?” Can asked.

“Positive,” answered Tin enthusiastically, pushing the condom back into Can’s hand.

With that, Can worked quickly to put it on and give Tin just what he had asked for. Tin blissed out below him was truly a beautiful sight to behold and Can treasured it. Kissing every inch of Tin’s skin, the salty taste of his sweat bringing back a memory of the early stages in their relationship when Tin had once complained about that taste of his sweaty cheek after kissing it. Damn, they had come so far since then. Sure they’d had their ups and downs but Can would never trade it for anything – not even endless free meals for life.

When he finished, he collapsed down onto his boyfriend’s chest. Reveling in the luxurious feeling of Tin’s love as the other boy moved to wrap his arms around him. Just like that he was slowly drifting off with the warmth and comfort provided by Tin surrounding him.

Oh yeah, wasn’t he supposed to tell Tin something? Whatever it was it could wait until tomorrow…

fkyb:

“I really would’ve liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town.” – “I really would’ve liked it if you put underwear on before coming into the kitchen.”

@lbc-tincan sorry it took me forever 😳 and i changed the phrasing a bit but hey it’s here!

——————-

It’s laundry day, and laundry day means they spend the whole morning naked. Sometimes the whole day, if they are both lucky enough and managed to get out of working in the afternoon. It’s tradition by now, really, after three years of living together and of doing the laundry every third week-end of the month. It’s one of their Couple Things™, so it’s not unreasonable of Tin to assume he can safely step out of the bedroom stark naked, as usual on laundry day.

What’s unusual on this laundry day is Can’s Ma standing in the kitchen, pot of coffee in hand, looking at Tin up and down with a slowly growing appreciative smile.

Tin stops dead in his tracks, one hand still holding the doorknob. Can’s mother lifts the pot of coffee in greeting, one eyebrow quirked up.

“Good morning, Tin,” she says. “Would you be an angel and tell Can I’m here?”

He nods slowly, unable to speak, and goes back inside the safety of their bedroom.

“Can! Wake up!” Tin shakes Can awake, gripping his shoulder until Can blinks up at him.

“What? Tin, why? It’s early, why – hey, laundry day, uh?” Can leers.

“Can, your mother’s here!”

Can stands up immediately, going into panic mode. “Ma’s here? And you’re naked? Did she see you? Couldn’t you have put on some underwear before going in the kitchen?”

“I really would’ve liked it if you told me your mother was coming to town,” Tin says urgently, looking for clean underwear. Considering it’s laundry day, there’s only the elephant trunk gag ones, and there’s no way he’s going back in front of Can’s mom wearing these.

“Yeah, well I really would’ve liked for her not to see you naked but here we are.”

“It’s your mother, you deal with her, I’m just going to hide in shame under the covers. You can wake me up again when the laundry is done.”

“But Tin -”

Tin kisses him to shut him up -it always brings fond memories of their beginning, so maybe it turns into a bit more than the quick peck he first intented.

Maybe Can’s Ma can wait a bit to see her son. She should have known better than to come by on laundry day.

florbexter:

One of my headcanons is that Can is a big fan of NG 😀 

TinCan Ficlet

The truth was… Can never had been on a date. Or specifically: no one had ever asked him for a date. So he was not really sure how to do that. He wanted to go on a date with Tin. It wouldn’t be their first date of course. It would be the first Can asked for though.

He looked at the movie poster, bobbing back and forth on his shoes. He loved whales. They were so cool and to watch the documentary on a big screen with lots of popcorn would be even cooler. Like… super-cool.

He bit his lower lip. He had no idea if Tin liked this kind of movies? His own family didn’t really understood Can’s obsession with animal documentaries, so why would Tin? He could pretend he wanted to go because they could make out in the dark movie theater but then he had to pretend to not be interested in what was going on on the screen and – whales, man.

He could go alone, but he kinda wanted to share this with Tin. That’s what dating was all about right? Sharing interests, seeing if some of them were overlapping or compatible.

He took his phone out and looked at their recent conversation. It was already implied that they would do something on the weekend together and it had been Tin asking what he wanted to do.

“You want to go to the movies with me?”, he asked and felt real excitement over the possibility that Tin might say yes.

“Horror movie?”, Tin asked back and Can snorted.

“Nope.”

He made a picture of the poster and sent it.

“I like whales,” Tin answered and Can had the feeling his heart was going to burst out of his chest.