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soft and warm like mashpotatos

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some might say zitao was picky with who he slept with---even more so with the men he hooked up with regularly, but to zitao, all he had was standards. ilhoon, surprisingly, met the card’s standards. he liked him a decent amount too, despite the fact that he was a human. even so, ilhoon actually seemed to listen to zitao; he seemed to care about what he had to say, though not in the annoying way zitao found overbearing, and being around ilhoon, surprisingly, didn’t always feel like a waste of time. he didn’t like most people, especially not humans or heroes, so zitao being even just slightly fond of ilhoon was surprising in itself.

despite his current opinion on ilhoon, zitao’s unpleasant personality didn’t magically disappear. he was still petty, snarky, and short-tempered... the one difference with ilhoon and everyone else was that ilhoon didn’t get on his nerves like so many people did, and truthfully, it was nice not getting angry or annoyed at every little thing. he’d only seen ilhoon a couple times after their first meeting a couple weeks ago, but whenever he was around the boy, it seemed like a break from everything else around him, and zitao was always pretty pissed off by the modern world for some reason or another. 

sighing, zitao settled more comfortably beside ilhoon underneath the mess of sheets and blankets that was now the other’s bed, which had a much different appearance than what it did only a few hours prior. his mind was foggy with the lingering presence of alcohol that zitao had downed earlier that evening, helping him not mind the fact that he was closer to ilhoon than he would have normally been comfortable with, an arm tucked under the smaller male’s head. though it wasn’t long before zitao’s thoughts were sidetracked, eyes glancing around ilhoon’s room only to drift onto a comic book that was on the bedside table. “who’s that?” he mumbled thoughtlessly, head gesturing in the direction of the book’s cover art once he had ilhoon’s attention. he wasn’t sure if he genuinely cared, but with the alcohol in his system and how close ilhoon was pressed against him, zitao didn’t think he would mind either way.

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Love

the moment the words fell from his lips, zitao knew it was a mistake.

he didn’t mean to say it—the phrase itself was foreign on his tongue. zitao didn’t love, and he had very clear views on the idea of loving anyone. the act was pointless, even more so as a card himself. love was inconvenient. love ended.

he couldn’t just take back saying ‘i love you’, though. especially not with the look ilhoon was giving him. he didn’t know what it was about the male that made zitao second guess himself, what made him act so differently, or had him actually caring about someone besides himself.

i guess you could say he cared about ilhoon. it was a much more fitting term than i love you to describe the late nights spent together and the activities zitao participated in he otherwise wouldn’t have even gone near had it not been for ilhoon, but the thought still made zitao nauseous. he didn’t like thinking about it… caring for someone? it was a waste of time.

fool, he thinks to himself, jaw clenching angrily yet his arm stays put around the man’s smaller frame, making no move to try and backtrack anything he’d said, or even make it seem like anything was out of the ordinary. instead, he pulls the male closer to settle against him because he couldn’t manage to do anything else. he couldn’t bring himself to hurt ilhoon—he’d gone through so much already, and zitao knew. that was his weakness. the thought of loving ilhoon made him sick, but the thought of hurting him felt so much worse.

though that was the thing—protecting ilhoon now wasn’t going to do any good. eventually, zitao would end up leaving. he’d hurt ilhoon eventually, maybe break his heart. it’d probably end up being worse than if he broke off him right then, but it was in zitao’s nature. he was made for destruction. he wasn’t made for loving anyone or anything. love was pure, and zitao was very much the opposite. love wasn’t something zitao had the capacity for, or at least that’s what he believed. things had always been that way.

loving ilhoon was a promise he wasn’t going to be able to keep.

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the idea of a contest among fans for a chance to win a one on one fanmeeting with zitao was never his suggestion—in fact, he had a distaste for his fans. sure, zitao knew he was attractive, and hell yeah, he knew he was great at his job, but zitao had signed a contract to be a model, not a rolemodel. god, just the thought of running into fans on the street was headache for zitao; being forced to put on a smile and spend a whole day with one of them only made the card’s blood boil.

once the cameras stopped rolling, zitao’s smile fell from his face and he sighed exasperatedly, ripping off the mic that had been attached to his clothing and throwing it in the direction of staff. he didn’t so much as spare a glance to the fan standing beside him, not even bothering to catch his name before walking over to a stylist. his looks were touched up fairly quickly and it wasn’t more than a couple of minutes until pictures were being taken of him again, though only a few more went by before his manager came over, taking zitao by the arm and insisting he introduced himself to the fan before the older man was forced to do it instead. of course, zitao still protested, but with a quiet click of his tongue and a scowl, the card easily turned back on his ‘happy face’ (rather than zitao’s resting bitch face) before striding over to where the boy had been waiting, fairly patiently he could see, but zitao still didn’t care in the slightest. he just needed to look like he cared. 

“i’m so glad you won the contest! i read everything—” no… he didn’t. “thank you so much for participating. are you excited?” zitao paused, smiled, and noted how badly he wished this day would end right then and there before adding on, “i’m sure you know already, but i’m elias. you can call me zitao if you want. what’s your name?”

reality check

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this was incredible. when wooseok had checked his email, he didn’t expect to get an email from zitao’s fancafe! at first he was confused, but then he was told he had won a one-on-one meeting with huang zitao, the model that wooseok had posted in his locker. he was someone that wooseok wanted to become, maybe no famous, but wanted to be someone who could give back to his community. wooseok was completely and utterly pumped for his weekend.

of course it came faster than expected, but wooseok was shyly standing next to zitao as the other spoke into the camera. wooseok’s face had broken out into a shy smile, looking up occasionally at the other. holy shit. he had told yezi about this but maybe if he could get a quick selca with zitao, that would really, really awesome. and the fact that he and zitao actually got a chance to speak after this and eat after this meeting was pretty incredible.

wooseok must have been the luckiest guy in the world.

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moving in with robbie and yifan wasn’t a decision zitao regretted, despite the way he might come off most of the time. he was the one who accepted the offer in the first place---he wouldn’t have if he didn’t think something good would come from it... sex just happened to be one of those things. the sex was amazing, and though zitao wasn’t one to talk about how he felt, he enjoyed living with the two men just the same, even if they annoyed the living hell out of him. 

hearing his name called, zitao doesn’t bother to look up from the magazine in his hands; he continues aimlessly flipping through pages to find the occasional picture of him, which was always nice. truth be told, tao couldn’t really manage to ignore yifan most of the time---he was too nice. he had good intentions, and something about making the big idiot sad pissed zitao off. anyone else, zitao wouldn’t blink an eye at, but he supposed living with the elder somehow made it easier for yifan to ween his way into his heart. who knew he had one?

zitao sighs as he feels the edge of his bed dip under the weight of his roommate and he pauses before actually looking up to meet yifan’s gaze, already rolling his eyes once as he lets the magazine fall into his lap. “...what movie?”

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zitao was a surprising addition to the apartment, but by no means not an unwelcome one. yifan still cringes a little when he thinks of how they met, and from it he’s surprised that tao ever even considered moving in after it – but he’d call it a blessing that he agreed, enjoying the company other than his former sole roommate much more than he had anticipated. he adds a different sort of atmosphere to the place that happens to pique yifan’s interest. others may be more put off by his near constant murderous looks, but yifan considers himself to have become immune to them.

“zitao,” he calls out one day, bored from infrequent calls and a lack of activity from the only other man left in the apartment. he’d usually be lucky to even get a glance of acknowledgement, really, but he makes his persistence and presence known by settling down on the edge tao’s bed comfortably until the man spares a look towards him. “we should watch a movie!”

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baikeroom

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + yifan's hands

“his hands? they’re, uh… nice. big. bigger than mine. and we’re practically the same size, so i don’t unders—i mean, i don’t care, they’re just… i like them. i’d like them more around my throat sometimes, but the minute yifan opens his mouth would just kill the vibe, so.”

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“i’m pretty sure it’s you who won’t leave me alone. i don’t blame you for sticking around though, i’m amazing in bed.”

“ooh. wow. how shocking. the fact that i am full of shit is so new. what’s next? hot chocolate is hot? ice is cold? the both of you are assholes who won’t leave me the fuck alone?”

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + daddy kink

“calling someone daddy isn’t really my thing, but i don’t know if i’d be completely against it. it’d probably depend on the person and how good of a fuck they were. they’d have to be a really good fuck.” 

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + dp

“please, it’s difficult enough to get one dick in me, what makes you think you’ll get me to take two? topping on the other hand...”

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + yifan's feet

“not nearly as appealing as his hands, but at least he doesn’t smell bad—that makes up for a lot of things.”

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + candle play, knife play, rimming

“like wax play? yeah, i don’t mind. as long as it’s done right, it can feel really good. but again, that’s only if it’s done right. my kink isn’t going to the emergency room for... 2nd degree burns or whatever.

knife play---again, with the murderous vibes? no, i’m fine, thanks.

is rimming... a kink? who doesn’t enjoy being eaten out? i mean... really? and having others do the work is only half of the fun.”

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + bukkake

“only if i knew the eating habits of every person involved—i don’t need fucking battery acid on me all night from someone who only survives on soda and junk food. they better not fucking expect me to swallow either.”

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + breath play

“god, yeah. it makes everything else so much more intense, especially when people know how to do it right. it’s great. i don’t mind being the one to do it, either. seriously though, the high you get afterward is a step away from nirvana.”

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + voyeurism

“depends on the occasion, honestly---but not always a thing i can escape with a particular roommate i have.”

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + masks

“…masks? as in anonymity? i’d rather not get murderous vibes while receiving a blowjob, but thanks.” 

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