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Anon #7 stop making me blush. 😀😀 thank you for reading and sending me prompts (i’m guessing you’re the same anon as before??)

17) “Don’t move.” 

(Okay so I have two ideas and I like them both so you’re getting a double treat ❤💕)

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Fill one

“Don’t move,” Tin says, eyes trained on Can’s dark hair. He slowly reaches for a book and even more slowly makes his way across the room to where Can is seated. He’s holding the book high above his head, ready to strike.

“What the fuck, Tin?”

“There’s a big spider on your head.”

“What?” Can jumps on his feet, facing Tin with his palms held up. “And you’re going to hit my head for that? Step back!”

Before Tin can react, Can quickly goes to the open window and shakes his head like Gucci after a bath, sending the spider flying outside.

“There, no need to smash your book on my head, see? Such violence at such a young age,” Can mumbles.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you,” Tin says.

“Like hell you weren’t!”

“I could have kissed it better,” Tin smiles, like he’s won something Can hadn’t been aware he was offering.

“Mmh, my head hurts from the stress of the situation, I think you can still kiss it better.”

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Fill two (nsfw 😘)

“Cantaloupe,” Tin says, and oh no, he’s got his Mr Sexy voice on. Can keeps his eyes closed and pretends to be asleep, just to see what Tin will do next.

“I know you’re awake, Cantaloupe. You’re not snoring.”

Damn, his boy is good. With a fake, deep sigh, Can opens his eyes and finds Tin observing him, propped up on his elbows. He hides his smile with the widest yawn he can managed.

“What do you want, Ai Tin?”

“Hi,” Tin smiles, his lips stretching slowly into a predatory grin. Can is so getting lucky tonight, and he can feel his body reacting to the way Tin is looking at him. He shifts the bedcovers a bit to try and hide the obvious. Tin’s perfect eyebrow quirks up, clearly not fooled.

“There’s something I’d like to try,” Tin says in a low voice, and everytime Tin has said that it has ended very well for both of them.

“Mmh?”

“Do you trust me?” Tin asks, and Can perks up.

“Is this a color situation?”

“Yes,” Tin says. He’s holding himself very still, waiting for Can’s answer.

“Green,” Can says. Green is fine, green is go ahead, green is all good. Yellow is slow down, yellow is i’m not sure about this, yellow is go back to what you were doing before. Red is stop.

“Okay,” Tin shifts above Can until his elbows dig on the mattress on either side of him, trapping him underneath him. He’s only wearing Can’s boxers, and Can can see the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric.

“Don’t move,” Tin warns, voice barely above a whisper. “Can you hold still for me?” Tin is holding himself above Can, carefully not touching anywhere. Can can only feel his body heat through the covers and it’s driving him insane.

“Yes, green, okay,” he says, and he wants to arch up to meet Tin halfway but he did agree to not move, didn’t he?

“Good,” Tin whispers, and he closes the distance between their lips, only allowing the lightest touch. He breathes in Can’s scent before kissing him for real, slow and sweet, and with just enough pressure to make Can ache for more. He takes his time, their lips are their only point of contact, and it’s so hard for Can to keep still, he wants to touch and press Tin closer, closer, closer, until they’re one, and fuck this.

“Orange! Red! FUCKING RAINBOW!” Can explodes. He knocks Tin’s elbows, making him fall on top of him, and he uses Tin’s surprise to roll him around and have him underneath him, positions reversed.

“Don’t move, he says, like I can not move when you kiss me like this,” Can groans in between bites and nips all over Tin’s jaw.

“Not my brightest idea,” Tin says, and Can can hear his smug smile.

“Did you plan this,” Can asks flatly. How dare he.

“I can neither confirm nor deny -” Can shuts him up with another bruising kiss.

“Oh,” Tin gasps as Can wraps his fingers around Tin’s cock.

“Yes, oh,” Can mocks, not unkindly. “Don’t move, Tin.”

(Let the record show that Tin is way better at keeping still than Can)

@audoldends ask and you shall receive 😇

(NSFW ahead!)

Can disentangles himself from the bedcovers that somehow ended up wrapped all over him while Tin stays very still, obedient in a way Can has never seen from him.

Tin looks like a marble statue brought to life by Can’s touch, gloriously displayed and all Can’s. He’s looking at Can from under his eyelashes, eyes so dark they make Can blush before he remembers that he’s the one in control now.

Can swallows once, unamused by Tin’s knowing smirk. He copies Tin’s position from earlier, hovering above him and kissing him achingly sweet without touching him anywhere else. His arms start to tremble, and he lowers himself until he’s straddling Tin, still kissing him. He can feel Tin’s erection against him, he knows Tin knows he knows, but he won’t do anything about it just yet.

Tin is still keeping himself very still. Can feels his breathing go a little faster, and he reaches for Tin’s wrists, holding them up on the pillows by Tin’s head.

“Color?” Can asks softly, just to check if Tin’s with him still.

“Green,” Tin says. Good. He smiles into Tin’s mouth, happy that they’re keeping their word on building this little habit together. Can knows trust doesn’t come easily to Tin, so he’s happy to help him build it up in the bedroom too.

As a reward, Can lets his hand brush Tin’s cock through his boxers. Tin stops breathing for a second and Can thinks he’s going to buck up into his touch, but no, Tin keeps still. He’s trembling, and Can scrapes the soft skin of his inner thigh with blunt fingernails.

Tin bites his lower lip and Can stops to stare. He’s so beautiful like this, lips red from bites and kisses, eyes closed, arms outstretched above him, all displayed for Can’s eyes only. Well, not all.

“Okay, you can move a little, but just because I want to get you naked quickly.”

Tin obediently lifts up his hips, allowing Can to take off his underwear with no trouble.

“Don’t move again, alright?”

“Yes, Cantaloupe,” he says, getting back into position, and okay, maybe Can doesn’t mind the nickname that much when it’s used with that voice.

“I’m going to blow you now. Keep still. If you move, I’ll stop. We good?”

“Can, yes, I -”

“Are we good?” Can repeats.

“Green,” Tin says, and Can reaches for the condoms they keep under their pillows. He’s a bit distracted by the look Tin is giving him, all dark and intense and happy at the same time, and when he finally pulls the condom on Tin he has to take a moment to get over the sight of Tin biting his lips again.

They did this a few times before, and Can is getting pretty good at knowing what makes Tin loose control. He licks the head thoroughly, playing with his tongue and the slit, sucking with just enough pressure to make Tin beg for more. His hand comes to hold the base of Tin’s cock, and he starts bobbing up and down, sucking hard all the while.

“Can – I want -,”

Can looks up, lips still stretched around Tin’s cock, and quirks and eyebrow to show he’s listening. He’s using his hand to stroke up and down Tin’s shaft as he looks at him.

“Fuck, Can, I – can I touch you?” He sounds wrecked. He looks wrecked.

Can frowns and shakes his head. He’s torn, though: he wants to see how long Tin can keep still, but he also loves it when Tin has his hands in Can’s hair when he sucks him off. Decisions, decisions, all of them good.

“Please, love, I need -” and oh, fine. Can uses his free hand to beckon Tin’s, and he guides him to his hair. Tin’s hand fits so nicely against his skull, so warm and wide and perfect, never pushing Can down but keeping him there, like he belongs here.

Can speeds up, taking him in a little deeper each time, and Tin is shaking beneath him, trying so hard not to arch up into Can’s welcoming mouth, and Can wants to praise him but his mouth is literally full, so he settles for holding Tin’s hip, fitting his palm over his hipbone – one of his favorites spots on Tin’s body.

He tightens his hold on Tin’s cock, knowing the added pressure feels good, and keeps increasing his rhythm until Tin’s breath starts to catch, broken on Can’s name as he comes. Can can feel the hot come through the condom, and finds the idea of actually tasting it more appealing than it did before. Maybe sometime soon, but it kinda feels like a new step in their relationship, and Can wants to do it right, he’s just not sure he’s ready yet.

He lets go of Tin’s cock, pulling himself back up above Tin to stare at him. He looks spent and glowing, all flushed and eyes closed, a absent-minded smile toying on his lips, and Can can’t help himself.

“I love you,” he blurts. He’s said it before, but looking at how Tin lights up you’d think it was the first time.

“Love you too,” Tin says. “Can I move now?” He asks, and when Can nods he pounces on him in an instant.