Work Text:
From: Lin<3 22:13
Are you doing anything?
To: Lin<3 22:13
like right now this very minute??
From: Lin<3 22:14
Yes. I'm just on my way home from today's shoot, and I've been thinking about you all day. 2 weeks without seeing you is way too long.
To: Lin<3 22:15
no im not busy. am i coming to you?
From: Lin<3 22:15
Please. I have a plan xx
To: Lin<3 22:16
ON MY WAY!!!!!!!!!!! xx
In all honesty, you're not sure what to expect from Lin's incredibly vague texts, but you do have a feeling it's going to involve losing your clothes. It almost always does. Still, you make the effort to put something nice on before scrambling out of the apartment like a mad person towards the subway.
Sitting on the A, you listen to the rattling of metal beneath metal, trying to predict anything Lin might have planned. You know him, have known him for almost a year, but your relationship is something that only exists at night when one of you calls the other for a favour, a connection. You don't mind that. He's sweet, and brilliant in bed, and you're not really looking for anything serious anyway (no matter how fast your heart beats when he falls asleep next to you, legs tangled together).
The walk from the subway up to Lin's place isn't a long one, and soon enough you're stepping out of the elevator towards his front door. You only have to knock once and he's there, opening the door and smiling at you. Looking over him, you take note of the dark grey t-shirt he's wearing and silently admire the way it fits. It's not fair how good he looks in literally anything, you think. He's not even giving you a chance.
"Standing in my doorway isn't what I had planned at all, you know," he teases, snapping you back into consciousness as he takes your hand to pull you into the hall.
"Sorry. Just got distracted," you reply, grinning at the way he puts his hands on your waist as soon as the door is shut.
"Guess I can't be too mad at you," he hums, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. Even though his movements are slow and sweet, they feel deliberate, and your stomach flips at the reminder he has a plan, something he's thought out just for you in the first place. Something he's probably been plotting all day, with you in mind. He probably got distracted during a take and forgot to cut the scene; it's happened before, if his stories shared over text are to be believed. So really, it's inevitable that your mouth opens as soon as his tongue runs over your bottom lip, and not at all surprising when he begins to guide you towards his bedroom, neither of you caring enough to pull away from the kiss to save you stumbling. A small bruise here or there is a low price to pay for the bliss you know you're about to experience.
What does confuse you is when Lin doesn't stop when you're near his bed, instead continuing to pull you towards the door of his en suite bathroom. Baffled, you pull away from the kiss and catch your breath while looking at him, interrogating his determined expression.
"What actually is your plan for tonight," you ask, palms coming to rest on his chest. "Because I thought I had an idea, but now I'm not so sure?"
You watch a small grin creep onto his face, his hands slipping to your back as he glances behind him to the door of the bathroom. "We were filming today, lots of shots going on at the same time. It's all about angles, right?"
"...Right."
"So then I started thinking about us, what angles would we look best at? ...But obviously I don't have all those cameras, or anyone else to operate them- and also, it's not like we'd want anyone else to see-"
"I know what you mean," you cut in, an amused smile on your face. "Keep talking."
He smiles back, taking a breath to clear his mind before carrying on. "Mirrors are what we need. And my bathroom happens to have... a lot of mirrors," he says, looking very proud of himself.
"Okay... I like the idea, but I'm not sure I understand entirely," you reply, still a little confused.
"That's fine," he answers, running a hand through your hair before letting his hand settle on your cheek. "I know what I'm doing. I'll direct you. It's my job." The last part is what you consider to be a giddy little brag, which you find all the more endearing, but his voice is a little lower than before, and that combined with the way he pulls you in for another, more heated kiss has you completely sold. You look at him dumbfounded when he pulls away again. He looks back more determined than ever. With his hand slipping down from your face back to your waist, he pulls you with him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, then guiding you over until he's happy that you're right where he wants you.
"Okay, look into that mirror for me?" His question is accompanied by his hands on your shoulders as you look at him in the reflection behind you, making eye contact as he murmurs "perfect," into your ear. His hot breath already has you weak, and his hands slipping down the front of the short sleeved button up you'd put on isn't doing anything to counteract that; rather, all you can think about is the way his warm palms are mapping the contours of your body, savouring every part of you like you're his last meal, except he always touches you like this.
His fingers begin to unbutton your shirt, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. Closing your eyes, you lean back into him, grinding yourself against his growing bulge. He hums appreciatively, rubbing back against you, though the harmony is disrupted by a bite just below your ear.
"Open your eyes, sweetheart. This only works if we're both looking," he murmurs pointedly. You do open your eyes, knowing that really, you'd do anything he asked right now.
"Sorry," you answer quietly, baring your neck as he continues to kiss down to your jaw, managing simultaneously to coax your shirt and bra off, leaving you topless. His palms slide up and down your arms leaving goosebumps in their wake, every part of you impatient for him.
"F'given..." he mumbles, words muffled by your shoulder. "Hard t'be mad at you when you look this beautiful..."
He smiles at you through the mirror, pushing you forward towards the countertop holding the sink, turning you around and lifting you up onto it. You watch as he pushes your legs apart to stand between them, and you lean down to kiss him, once again falling into another heated make-out. The moment ends in both of you panting and holding onto each other, and even your legs are wrapped around him, as if making sure he doesn't go anywhere (even though you have a feeling that neither of you are leaving this room until you're too spent to stand).
"What happens next, boss?" you mumble playfully, to which he breathes a soft laugh against your lips. You can't help but smile as you speak again. "No, seriously, Lin... What's your plan?" He pulls back just enough to look at you, hands finding their place on your waist. They sit so naturally there, its almost like he was made for you. Your voice is soft and coaxing as you tap his temple. "'m sure you've got the entire evening planned out in that clever head of yours..."
He breathes in sharply.
"Well, it starts like this," he begins, thumbs rubbing over your smooth skin as he formulates the next sentence. "And then, I think, you hop down and bend over this counter, looking into that mirror..."
You follow his nod towards the big mirror next to the shower, chewing your bottom lip in anticipation when you turn back to him.
"Sound good?"
"Fuck yes."
You can't help but squeal when he lifts you down and turns you in his arms so that your back is pressed against his chest for the second time tonight. He graces the shell of your ear with a soft kiss before pushing you forward until your chest lies flat against the cold marble countertop, a soft exclamation leaving your mouth when he makes sure you're looking in the right direction.
"Jesus, baby," you sigh, relaxing into the position as soon as you feel his clothed erection behind you. Pressing back into him comes naturally, but watching the way his jaw drops slightly, how his eyes flutter shut, that's new, and suddenly his whole plan makes even more sense to you than it did half an hour ago. You shift again, if only to see his reaction again, thrilled at the little things you've never gotten to see before, like his side profile, specifically the curve of his nose when his mouth is open and he's moaning so prettily. Part of you wishes this was being filmed, just so you could rewind to that moment again and again until it engraved itself into your brain.
Your train of thought is interrupted when he finally grinds his cock against your ass, hands firmly on your waist. He groans softly, building a rhythm, and you feel yourself getting wetter with each noise, each movement.
"Open your eyes, darling," Lin instructs, his voice low. You do as he says, looking to the mirror and watching him pull his t shirt off and drop it to the floor. "I get the feeling you want something more, is that right, baby?"
"God, yes..." you nod (as much as you can with your cheek smushed against the counter), meeting his eye. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your jeans, sliding round to your front to unfasten them and pull them down in one fell swoop. He lets you step out of the denim before kicking them to the other side of the room, then rubs a hand over your ass, making very sure you can see his every move as well as feel it.
"These next," he hums, snapping the elastic of your underwear against your lower back, making you breathe in sharply as he pushes those down too. He leans down to kiss your shoulder blade, murmuring "beautiful" in your ear while he slips a hand between your thighs, gently nudging them open with his knee. "So worked up for me," he muses, thumb grazing over your clit. He knows you've closed your eyes, and he's letting it slide for now. "Bet you were waitin' for me to text..."
"Yeah, well... You took your- ah, time," you reply, gasping when he presses even firmer with his thumb, his other hand finding itself between your folds, his index finger pushing slowly into you.
"I've been busy."
"Inconsiderate of you," you tease, sighing with pleasure. "Have you not considered how badly I've been needing you?"
His middle finger slips into your cunt as soon as you speak, joining the other in scissoring you open to make sure you're ready for him to take you whichever way he decides, whichever angle looks and feels best for both of you. He likes this one very much, he decides, listening to your moans and sighs build up. If he were on set, he'd have a boom mic just above your head to ensure not one little sound was lost, and each one would make the final cut.
"Is this what you wanted?" He asks, both hands working you so well that you're already trembling beneath him.
"Mmmh... Yes, Lin, 's fuckin' perfect, please don't stop," you babble, feeling all the warning signs of an impending orgasm. "Keep- that's it, fuck..."
Lin knows when you come, knows exactly the way your body tenses up before release, exactly how vocal you get sometimes, exactly how it feels when you lose yourself to him. He never expects it to happen as soon as it always does. He would've written it a little later into the script; not that he's complaining, at all.
"Fuck, you're so easy," he mumbles, leaning down and pressing his chest to your back, lips against your cheek. "Or maybe I just know exactly what you need," he proposes, a certain air of cockiness in his tone as he cleans your juices from his fingers right in front of your face, licking them slowly, teasing as much as he can.
"Yeah... that," you hum, slightly unsure as to how you're going to manage any more of this. All you know is that Lin's not finished, and you don't want to be finished either.
"You okay?" His tone is a little softer as he brushes your hair out the way of your face, and he smiles when you nod yes. "Great... But if you get tired-"
"Shhh... keep going, love... action" you tell him with a small smirk, still lying across the countertop. His smile turns into a grin.
"You know that's my line..." His voice drops an octave, and his hand goes back to your core as he straightens up again, pressing himself against your ass.
"Mmmh, I know... that's good... I need you," you breathe out, melting once again into the moment.
“‘nd you’ll get me, honey,” he hums, finally losing his own pants and opening a condom behind you. “Need you to look at me first, though” he points out, using one hand to pull your head up by your hair, making eye contact with you through the mirror again. "Perfect."
You can’t help but whimper at the sinful sight, your quiet noise turning into a moan as he pushes himself between your thighs, stroking himself through your folds.
“Look so good, don’t we, sweetheart?”
“Mhm… so good,” you nod, eyes lidded as he pushes in, though you make sure they're open for you to watch him fill you slowly until he's fully enveloped, his laboured breaths loud behind you. Watching his chest heave with each inhale and exhale is almost hypnotic, and when he begins thrusting, pulling in and out of you steadily, its perfect. "Could watch you forever," you mumble weakly, moaning as he moves with a little more purpose, fucking you just right.
You know he's getting closer when he doubles over, hands sliding under your body and wrapping around you while he presses open, breathy kisses to your shoulder. Like this, you can smell his cologne mingled with his sweat and lust, and all you want is to breathe him in, turning your body slightly so that you can.
It's easier to look into the mirror like this, too, and you realise the two of you look beautiful like this. It makes you want to mourn every time you've had sex with him without being able to see his most vulnerable moments in full, and when he bites down to muffle a particularly loud moan, it breaks you. You shudder uncontrollably with your second orgasm of the night, moaning his name into the stone countertop over and over, every single syllable resonating, bouncing off the walls. Of course the musician has a bathroom with brilliant acoustics.
Lin doesn’t stop when you finish, instead still fucking into you through through your high while chasing his own. His movements are getting sloppier and sloppier as he gets closer and closer to his climax, the erratic movements reaching their peak when his teeth sink into your shoulder again, and you feel him come with a shaky sigh, still holding you close.
You stay very still for the next few minutes, the only sounds in the room being the bathroom fan and your unceremonious pants as you both catch your breath. Your skin is pressed against his, the sheen of sweat across both of your bodies coating you in a post-orgasm glow.
After what feels simultaneously like an eternity and no time at all, Lin stands up, gently pulling out of you and probably discarding the condom somewhere before you hear the shower turn on, and feel his gentle hands on your waist again as he carefully pulls you to your feet, turning you to face him. You fall into his arms contentedly, wrapping him up and looking at him fondly. You swear he's never looked so handsome, but you think that every time.
"That was insane," you mumble, letting him pull you towards the shower, sighing and melting into him beneath the warm water. "You're insane... and brilliant... and clever... and gorgeous..."
He laughs softly as you punctuate each compliment with a kiss to his chest, rubbing your back and just standing still with you under the water for a little bit. It's not like he can't afford the subsequent water bill, after all.
"You're insane for going along with it... and also the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmurs back, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"It turned out bein' a pretty good idea," you shrug, reaching behind him for the shampoo, pouring it into your hands and bringing them up to his head, lathering up his hair. "Maybe next time we do invest in proper cameras, though," you smile, not least because he's just started rubbing soap into your scalp in return. "I really could watch you forever."
"Yeah... me too," he nods thoughtfully. "I'm a very lucky man, y'know. To have you."
You just smile back at him, because you know you're lucky too, even if you're not actually a couple; you know that no one else gets to see him like this. There's comfort in that, as well as in his sweet words as you both rinse off, and the room steams up. For now, this is perfect.
So is the way your legs tangle with his as you drift off to sleep with no expectations for the next day, except the hope that you'll have time to stay for breakfast.