light catches your face
Title: light catches your face
Fandom: exo
Pairing: kris/junmyeon
Word count: ~4,500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, pre-kris-departure feels, unedited 3am posting
Summary: based on this prompt from exopromptmeme: “Everyone makes fun of Suho’s expressions - even wondering if he pulls a similar face when he’s fucked - when he’s with Kris, he covers his face, worried that he’d put the other off.”
A/N: look, they all have dicks! and uh canon, I guess, as long as you imagine this before the whole Kris debacle of ’14…otherwise, I guess it’s au…
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Junmyeon plops down on the couch halfway through the newest episode of whatever drama some of his fellow band members are into. He doesn’t really care much about the protagonist’s current predicament involving-surprise-some sort of an overly dramatic love triangle, but he stays and watches anyway, not quite feeling the need to go to bed yet.
Tao is sitting next to him on his right munching on some sort of a chocolate covered confection, and he immediately nuzzles his face into Junmyeon’s neck. The poor maknae hurt his waist pretty badly during their group dance practice earlier that day, and Junmyeon puts an arm around his shoulder, rubbing up and down his arm comfortingly.
Just as the main girl in the show is about to confront her two potential lovers Kris and Chanyeol stumble in through the front door, toeing off their shoes and heading immediately for the living area where the returned members are all gathered.
Kris takes the last available seat on the couch next to Junmyeon, and Chanyeol tries to squeeze his way in between Jongdae and Baekhyun on the small loveseat. They shove him to the ground, though, claiming that his overgrown ass is crushing them, and Chanyeol’s too tired to even protest and pick himself up from the floor where he’s landed.
Junmyeon feels a couple large fingers settle on the back of his neck, slowly working against one of the knots there. He rolls his head back and sighs, enjoying the feeling of Kris’s fingers. They’ve all been stressed lately (what’s new?), all been packing on hours and hours of schedules and practices and about a thousand other commitments, so Junmyeon is extremely appreciative of the small gesture.
“Yah, hyung, I’m trying to enjoy the show,” Baekhyun suddenly whines, and Junmyeon opens his eyes that have fallen shut to see that the younger boy is looking right at him. “But I can’t concentrate with you making all your weird faces over there.”
Junmyeon sighs and rolls his eyes, but doesn’t bother to retaliate because he’s heard it all before. He knows his face has a tendency to settle in weird expressions, that it’s even gotten to the point where fans have entire websites dedicated just to his odd-face pictures, but it’s not like he can really do anything about it. He’s tried to control it before, but soon realized that doing so actually only seemed to make him look even stranger.
“If these are the kinds of faces he makes just from getting a neck rub,” Jongdae adds, smirking just the slightest, “I wonder what sort of faces he makes when he’s getting fucked.”
“Oooooohhhh,” Chanyeol’s voice comes from the floor, as if that were the worst burn ever and Baekhyun clutches his sides from trying not to laugh so hard, but still manages to hold his fist out, bumping it against Jongdae’s.
“I’m tired,” Junmyeon suddenly decides, making to stand up from his place on the couch. Kris’s fingers squeeze just a little tighter at the base of his neck, as if asking him to stay, but Junmyeon really is exhausted right now. And normally he really doesn’t mind the taunting of his bandmates, sometimes even thinks it’s pretty funny himself, but for some reason would rather just not hear it tonight.
“Jongdae,” he hears Kris reprimand as he’s walking towards the bedroom, and he used his leader voice, something he doesn’t actually use all that often despite the fact he’s one of the groups’ leaders. Even if Junmyeon and Kris were both selected as leaders of their respective units, to be in charge of the other boys, it’s not like they’re their mothers, and they actually both prefer to let everyone deal with their own problems unless it’s really something too big for them to handle.
Junmyeon closes the door behind him when he enters the room of Kris, Yixing and their manager, heading straight for Kris’s bed and curling himself under his covers. He kicks his socks off beneath the blankets, too comfortable to move around and do it. Junmyeon closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep, knowing he has a hell of a day ahead of him tomorrow (Probably today, now, he thinks). He can’t help but worry, though, about the ones that still aren’t back. Jongin, Sehun and Yixing had been spending an awful lot of time in the dance room lately, and he hopes they’ll return to the dorm soon so they can get some rest as well.
As his thoughts continue stirring about his younger band members, he hears the door squeak open and a quiet voice murmur, “Jun?”
“Hmmm?” he replies lazily.
The door shuts with a click and a few seconds later the bed dips when Kris’s body joins Junmyeon’s on the mattress, trying his best to make sure neither of them fall off the small area.
“Junmyeon, don’t let Jongdae get to you,” Kris mumbles as he throws an arm over Junmyeon’s shoulder, spooning him and making him feel even more cozy.
“I’m not,” Junmyeon replies honestly. “Really, I am very tired.”
“And for the record, I like all your faces,” Kris admits, lips brushing lightly against the back of Junmyeon’s neck as he speaks.
Junmyeon scoffs. “Yeah, thanks,” he mutters sarcastically.
“No, really,” Kris insists, then pushes lightly at Junmyeon’s shoulder. “Come on, look at me, I want to see it right now.”
“Kris,” Junmyeon complains, feeling suddenly embarrassed by his request for some reason.
“Jun,” Kris mocks in the same voice, still tugging persistently at Junmyeon to try and get him to turn around.
Junmyeon rolls his eyes at nothing but willingly shifts himself awkwardly, rolling over to face Kris whilst trying to avoid tumbling off the small bed.
“Mmmm,” Kris mumbles mindlessly, bringing a hand up to trace a finger across Junmyeon’s face. “Pretty.”
“You’re prettier,” Junmyeon teases, using his own thumb to rub against the space in between his eyebrows, “as long as you’re not making that stick-up-your-ass face.”
“My eyebrows are just naturally curved this way,” Kris defends himself, but he doesn’t sound offended in the least.
Despite there being no lights on in the room, Junmyeon can tell that Kris’s eyes are cast downwards, what with their faces being so close to one another. He licks his lips and then quietly asks, “Are you thinking about kissing me, Kris?”
“I’m always thinking about kissing you, Junmyeon,” he replies, then leans forward and does just that, pressing his lips softly against the smaller man’s.
Junmyeon snorts at the cheesiness of his boyfriend, and when Kris pulls away he says, “With more one-liners like that, you’ll be staring in your own k-drama in no time.”
“Hmmm,” Kris replies offhandedly, clearly in his own little world right now. And when Junmyeon suddenly feels one of Kris’s hands trail down the front of his body, stopping once he reaches the elastic of his sweatpants, he realizes just exactly where Kris’s thoughts seem to be.
“Kris,” Junmyeon warns as his large palm begins pressing gently against him, “what if they come home soon?”
“Yixing will probably be practicing with Jongin and Sehun until five am…again” Kris points out, considering that was how this entire past week had been, “and manager-hyung was grumbling something about needing a drink or twenty before Chanyeol and I left, so he’s probably out barhopping with his friends for a while.”
Junmyeon just whimpers in response since Kris now has him gripped through his pants, the soft fabric sliding against his already half-hard dick. The younger squeezes his eyes shut but still tries to control his face in the darkness.
“Can I fuck you, Junmyeon?” Kris asks, breath ghosting right over Junmyeon’s ear, making a shiver run up his spine.
“God yes,” he gasps in response, bucking his hips forward into Kris’s palm, trying to find more friction.
Kris leans in for another quick kiss before removing his hand from Junmyeon’s front, bringing both his hands to tug at the elastic of his sweatpants. Junmyeon wiggles his hips around to help, the two of them able to shed the article of clothing to the bottom of the bed under the blankets. Then Kris suddenly gets up from the bed, walking over towards the dresser, presumably to grab lube. Junmyeon takes that opportunity to roll onto his stomach, then position himself on his hands and knees in the center of the bed. He works his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side when he feels the bed dip once more behind him as Kris returns.
Junmyeon feels himself blush all over when Kris’s hand settles against the inside of his left thigh, pushing outward, asking him to spread wider. Junmyeon silently complies, willingly exposing himself to Kris and trying not to feel so self-conscious as he does so. It’s not like they haven’t done this plenty of times in the past, but it never gets any less embarrassing for Junmyeon, simply because he’s always been kinda shy about this sort of stuff.
“Hmmm,” Kris hummed in acknowledgement, a single finger poking at the puckered hole. Junmyeon clenches around nothing and then Kris’s finger is gone. The shorter man whimpers in response.
Then suddenly both of Kris’s large hands are holding either one of Junmyeon’s ass cheeks, baring him even more. He moans and drops his head against the pillows on the bed in mortification, despite the light still being off and Kris already having seen it all before.
“Kris,” he complains when the older man just holds him open. Junmyeon wiggles a bit in his hold, not wanting to simply be so exposed like this with nothing happening.
But then Kris suddenly places his tongue right at Junmyeon’s entrance, thrusting just the slightest before pulling back completely. “Fuck,” Junmyeon breathes out, his asshole tightening again, wanting something, anything inside it.
Kris’s tongue returns, working its way past the tight ring of muscle as best as it can while Junmyeon grits his teeth at the sensation. It’s so very warm and wet and Kris is so damn precise it’s almost ridiculous. He knows all the right movements, all the necessary spots to pay attention to that will drive Junmyeon up the wall.
Kris’s tongue backs out and licks up Junmyeon’s’ cleft, before ascending right back down and re-entering him. Junmyeon feels like every inch of his skin is buzzing, and he has the intense desire to thrust forward to try and find friction for his cock against Kris’s bed, but he knows if he does that, Kris’s tongue will slip out of him and he certainly doesn’t want that to happen.
One of Kris’s fingers joins his tongue, working its way inside of Junmyeon. It’s a tight fit, because Junmyeon’s not anywhere near close to being stretched yet, and there’s not enough slickness to accommodate it. But Junmyeon still willingly drives his hips backwards into the finger, sucking it further into himself despite the burn. Kris wiggles the digit around inside of Junmyeon once it’s about halfway, his tongue mimicking the movement and Junmyeon all but shrieks in response.
“Kris,” he pants, not really sure what he’s asking for as he rocks back into Kris’s ministrations.
Then suddenly, Kris stops, pulling both his tongue and finger from Junmyeon’s hole and removing himself completely from the bed behind him. Junmyeon whines in response, suddenly realizing that Kris appears to want to be a little tease tonight.
Junmyeon sees Kris standing by the side of the bed, wriggling out of his own pajama pants and shirt, but leaving his boxers on for whatever reason. He places a hand at Junmyeon’s shoulder, gently pushing him back up so that he goes from his position on all fours to kneeling on the bed, Kris making himself comfortable sitting against the headboard. He then tugs at Junmyeon’s wrist and the younger man readily crawls up and straddles his hips, arms immediately latching around Kris’s neck.
Kris places his hands lightly on Junmyeon’s hips, them leans in and begins kissing him just as softly. Junmyeon tries to move things along, pressing their mouths together with a bit more enthusiasm. Not that he doesn’t like taking things nice and slow, but he’s already so wound up that he doesn’t know if he could handle that right now.
Junmyeon begins to rock his hips in circles on top of Kris’s, trying to get as much friction as he can, but it’s not nearly enough. Kris just continues slowly kissing him, licking his way languidly into Junmyeon’s mouth while one of his hands go around and starts teasing at the crack of Junmyeon’s ass, ghosting over his entrance every once in a while.
The shorter man tries to push back into the finger, but Kris doesn’t allow it, pulling his hand back every time he tries. Junmyeon makes a dissatisfied sound from the back of his throat, and something about it finally makes Kris seem willing to agree to the younger man’s demands.
He reaches over and grabs the lube he’d retrieved earlier, popping open the top and coating a couple of his fingers in it, rubbing his thumb against them to help warm it up a little bit for Junmyeon. Said man shoves his hips forward, begging Kris to just get the fuck on with it already.
Junmyeon gasps when one of Kris’s lubed fingers slowly enters him, struggling to push its way inside. He nestles his head into Kris’s neck as the digit gets about knuckle deep. Kris’s ridiculously large hands are great, but they’re also a bitch to try to get used to. But Kris goes slow, letting Junmyeon adjust well before a second finger begins sliding in next to the first. Junmyeon clenches his teeth and breathes in the familiar scent of Kris from his neck, willing himself to breathe and not tense up too much.
“Look at me, baby,” Kris requests as his fingers just barely begin scissoring inside of Junmyeon, stretching him leisurely.
Junmyeon shakes his head against Kris’s neck.
“Please?” he begs, going a little further and ghosting right past Junmyeon's little bundle of nerves.
Junmyeon pants and jolts from the sensation, nearly throwing his head back in the process. But he keeps his face carefully hidden between Kris’s neck and shoulder as the older man begins working him even more and more to the edge.
“Fuck, Kris, just…enough already, okay,” he decides, feeling too riled up and suddenly deciding he needs to just come really, really badly.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, Junmyeon,” Kris says, a bit affronted, still working Junmyeon looser. A third finger struggles to join the other two and Junmyeon brings one of his hands around from its place at the back of Kris’s neck to begin pumping himself, trying to take his mind off the uncomfortable feeling of being too full too quickly.
Without even realizing it, Junmyeon had begun to roll his hips backward in time with Kris’s fingers, helping to bring them closer and closer to his prostate each time. The combination of Kris’s fingers and his own hand pumping at his cock is becoming too much and he knows he’s going to come soon at this rate.
“Kris, please, just...” Junmyeon begs, removing his hand from his cock and reaching around himself. He awkwardly grabs hold of Kris’s wrist and pulls at it, effectively removing his boyfriend’s large fingers from inside him. He groans at the sudden loss, but would much rather come with Kris’s cock inside him instead.
Kris obeys, settling his hands on either side of Junmyeon’s waist instead and rubbing comforting circles into his skin. Junmyeon, knowing he has a decent face on, removes his face from its hiding spot in Kris’s neck and leans forward to kiss the elder. He tugs at the edge of Kris’s boxers, wanting them off already. The feeling of Kris smirking against his own lips annoys him a bit, just because it’s so frustrating how Kris knows just exactly what needs to be done to work him up like this, making him become so needy and desperate.
Kris rolls their bodies together so that Junmyeon is now lying on his side on the bed before he stands up and quickly sheds himself of his underwear. Meanwhile, Junmyeon is rolling himself onto his belly, getting back into position on all fours once more.
“No, baby, turn around,” Kris asks him as he kneels on the bed behind Junmyeon. The sound of lube squelching makes Junmyeon’s asshole flutter.
“Come on, just go,” Junmyeon pleads, wiggling his ass a little to try and urge Kris to get on with it.
Kris places a steady hand on Junmyeon’s waist and leans over him, only to end up turning the lamp on the bedside table on.
Junmyeon groans and drops his head into the pillow in front of him. “Kris,” he complains, so damn wound up he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.
“I want to see you, Jun,” Kris explains simply, fingers tracing lightly into his skin where he had placed his hand.
Junmyeon knows Kris isn’t going to let up, so he turns himself over on the bed, on his back, pouting as he spreads his legs and looks at Kris who is kneeling on the edge of the bed with a calm look on his face.
“That’s better,” Kris says, small smile on his face as he settles himself in between Junmyeon’s legs, leaning down to attach their lips together once more.
Junmyeon bucks his hips up towards Kris’s erection, not wanting to draw this process out any more than it already fucking has been. But Kris just continued kissing painstakingly slowly against Junmyeon’s lips while Junmyeon tried desperately to find any sort of friction he could against the sensitive skin of his cock.
“Please, Kris, fuck,” Junmyeon begs against his lips, remarkably needy, but not even caring at this point.
“You know I got you, baby,” Kris assures him, grabbing his own cock and lining it up with Junmyeon’s stretched entrance. Junmyeon spreads his legs a little bit wider, and Kris goes ahead and grabs at the back of Junmyeon’s left thigh, bringing it to settle his knee over his shoulder to get a better angle to enter him at.
Junmyeon tenses just the slightest when the head of Kris’s dick presses lightly against his stretched entrance, still just teasing. He pushes his hips into it, taking in more of the tip and Kris finally fucking submits, moving his own hips forward to enter Junmyeon.
Junmyeon can feel his face already beginning to scrunch up at the sensation, so he starts feeling next to him for a pillow. He finds one easily and throws it over his face, hiding himself from Kris as he bites his lips at the feeling of finally being filled.
“Junmyeon, no,” Kris protests, tugging at the other side of the pillow. Junmyeon brings his other hand over to hold it firmly in place against his face, unwilling to relent.
“Junmyeon,” Kris pleads, staying completely still in his position fully seated inside of Junmyeon.
The shorter boy ignores him and just demands, “Go, Kris,” while rocking his hips insistently to get some damn friction.
Kris reaches down and places a firm, strong hand against his right hip, effectively stopping him from making any further movements. Junmyeon wants to throw the pillow at his boyfriend’s stupid face, but doesn’t want to uncover his own to do that.
“Come on, Jun,” Kris implores, “I just had my tongue up your ass and you were a-okay with that, but you won’t let me look at your fucking face?”
Junmyeon feels his entire body catch fire at the blunt way Kris put that, and then he reaches down to begin stroking himself again.
“My face looks weird when I come,” Junmyeon points out, wanting Kris to just fucking drop it and get on with it already. “Jongdae was fucking right and I don’t need your dick going limp inside of me after looking at it.”
“How do you know what you look like when you come, Jun?” Kris asks, suddenly curious, and Junmyeon could swear he felt his dick twitch inside of him.
The blushing intensifies when Junmyeon realizes what he may have just accidentally revealed, hand freexing around his erection.
Kris leans down as close as he can to Junmyeon’s ear despite the pillow barrier between them and asks, “Have you watched yourself masturbate in front of the mirror before, baby?”
Junmyeon whimpers at the tremor he gets from Kris’s husky voice asking that sort of a question, not to mention his dick still resting fully inside of him. He squeezes himself a bit harder than he already had been.
“Because that’s really, really hot if you have, babe,” Kris continues, smirk clear even just in his voice.
“You always used to be gone with M!” Junmyeon tries to defend himself, throwing out an excuse that didn’t even really make sense. “And I was just sorta curious since we’d just started…doing stuff together….I don’t know…”
“The fact that we’ve been ‘doing stuff’ for as long as we have and that I’ve still never seen your face irks me to be quite frank, Junmyeon,” Kris says, pushing a bit further into Junmyeon, as if somehow trying to prove some sort of a point.
“The fact that your huge ass dick is inside of me doing absolutely nothing irks me to be quite frank,” Junmyeon retorts. “So either get it the fuck out of me or fucking move already, Kris.”
“I will once you let me see your face, Jun.”
“Oh my god,” Junmyeon grumbles, unhooking his leg from Kris’s shoulder and taking the pillow in both of his hands to shove it forward against Kris’s chest.
Kris wasn’t expecting that, and so Junmyeon successfully manages to push Kris out of his ass and onto his backside on the other end of the bed, head almost hanging off the foot of the bed as Junmyeon throws the pillow at his face. It hits him but bounces onto the floor as Junmyeon crawls into his lap and takes matters into his own hands, quite literally, grabbing Kris’s erection and lining himself up against it so he can slide down onto it.
He makes it all the way down and doesn’t feel the need to adjust, considering Kris's cock had just been sitting inside of him for god knows how long. Junmyeon begins bouncing himself up and down, the sensation amazing and exactly what he really fucking needs.
“Fuck, Jun,” Kris grunts from below, looking up in awe as Junmyeon, face uncovered, pleasures himself on the older man’s dick at an unsteady pace.
“Fucking touch me, Kris,” Junmyeon orders, unable to do it himself since he is trying to keep himself steady with both his arms against the bed on either side of Kris’s head.
Kris immediately agrees, taking his eyes away from Junmyeon’s face for only a second to glance and see where his dick was, grabbing it and pumping. Junmyeon moans at the sensation as he continues sliding Kris’s arousal in and out of himself.
“Junmyeon, never hide your face from me again,” Kris says as he thumbs over the slit of Junmyeon’s cock, making him cry out and bite his lip in response.
“Shut the fuck up, quit reminding me about my stupid face,” Junmyeon grumbles, not relenting in his actions, though.
“Never, Junmyeon.” Kris suddenly lets go of the younger man’s cock, making Junmyeon sob at the loss, and brings both his hands up instead to nuzzle Junmyeon’s face in between his hands. They lock eyes with one another for a few seconds before Kris pulls the smaller man down, placing an adoring kiss on his lips.
Junmyeon jerks back and Kris just continues staring at him, making Junmyeon feel all self-conscious again.
“I just fucking need to come already,” he mumbles, angling his hips to try and get a better position on top of Kris. The man below him helpfully thrusts up off of the bed, the head of his cock hitting straight against his prostate, and Junmyeon sucks in a breath, nodding mindlessly all of a sudden. “Yes, Kris, yes, there, please, again,” he muttered incoherently.
Kris continues shoving his hips forward off the bed as best he could, bringing his hand back to grasp Junmyeon’s arousal once again. Junmyeon finally, finally, can feel it all building up, and he is ready to let go. He rocks messily on top of Kris, abusing his own prostate against his boyfriend’s dick, and with a swipe of Kris’s thumb against his slit paired with the perfect press inside of him, Junmyeon is spilling into Kris’s hand and on both their stomachs, his hips still rutting mindlessly as he rides it out. He’d been so, so riled up, that this is probably the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced because of it.
“Fuck,” he hears Kris sigh from below him and then soon after he can feel his boyfriend’s warmth shooting inside of him, filling him up hot and wet and already leaking beyond Kris’s cock down his ass crack.
Junmyeon falls forward against Kris’s chest, thighs on fire from having just relentlessly been used.
Kris plays with the hair at the back of Junmyeon’s neck as they both begin to go soft, Junmyeon’s come already drying between their stomachs. Kris suddenly reaches down and pulls his now limp dick out of Junmyeon’s ass, the sensation on his oversensitive tissues making the smaller man moan. Junmyeon feels some of the come leak out of his asshole and knows they both desperately need to shower, but not sure if he’s really up for it now.
“I guess I might be biased,” Kris says quietly, right next to Junmyeon’s ear since he was still just lying heavily against him, head resting comfortably in Kris’s neck once more, “but you honestly do have the best o-face I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Have you ever seen your own?” Junmyeon wonders, just since they’d been talking about that a bit earlier.
“Yeah, but it’s nothing special,” Kris replies, not even embarrassed in the slightest. Meanwhile, Junmyeon feels himself get a bit hot all over again at the thought of Kris watching himself masturbating.
“Hey, so maybe so we can both see your pretty little face when you come,” Kris proposes suggestively to Junmyeon, “we could put a mirror on the ceiling, right above my bed.”
“Shut the fuck up, Kris, I fucking hate you,” Junmyeon replies against his neck, eyelids drooping heavily.
“Love you too, babe,” Kris replies kissing Junmyeon’s hair, “I’ll get the measurements for it first thing in the morning.”
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Fandom: exo
Pairing: kris/junmyeon
Word count: ~4,500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, pre-kris-departure feels, unedited 3am posting
Summary: based on this prompt from exopromptmeme: “Everyone makes fun of Suho’s expressions - even wondering if he pulls a similar face when he’s fucked - when he’s with Kris, he covers his face, worried that he’d put the other off.”
A/N: look, they all have dicks! and uh canon, I guess, as long as you imagine this before the whole Kris debacle of ’14…otherwise, I guess it’s au…
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Junmyeon plops down on the couch halfway through the newest episode of whatever drama some of his fellow band members are into. He doesn’t really care much about the protagonist’s current predicament involving-surprise-some sort of an overly dramatic love triangle, but he stays and watches anyway, not quite feeling the need to go to bed yet.
Tao is sitting next to him on his right munching on some sort of a chocolate covered confection, and he immediately nuzzles his face into Junmyeon’s neck. The poor maknae hurt his waist pretty badly during their group dance practice earlier that day, and Junmyeon puts an arm around his shoulder, rubbing up and down his arm comfortingly.
Just as the main girl in the show is about to confront her two potential lovers Kris and Chanyeol stumble in through the front door, toeing off their shoes and heading immediately for the living area where the returned members are all gathered.
Kris takes the last available seat on the couch next to Junmyeon, and Chanyeol tries to squeeze his way in between Jongdae and Baekhyun on the small loveseat. They shove him to the ground, though, claiming that his overgrown ass is crushing them, and Chanyeol’s too tired to even protest and pick himself up from the floor where he’s landed.
Junmyeon feels a couple large fingers settle on the back of his neck, slowly working against one of the knots there. He rolls his head back and sighs, enjoying the feeling of Kris’s fingers. They’ve all been stressed lately (what’s new?), all been packing on hours and hours of schedules and practices and about a thousand other commitments, so Junmyeon is extremely appreciative of the small gesture.
“Yah, hyung, I’m trying to enjoy the show,” Baekhyun suddenly whines, and Junmyeon opens his eyes that have fallen shut to see that the younger boy is looking right at him. “But I can’t concentrate with you making all your weird faces over there.”
Junmyeon sighs and rolls his eyes, but doesn’t bother to retaliate because he’s heard it all before. He knows his face has a tendency to settle in weird expressions, that it’s even gotten to the point where fans have entire websites dedicated just to his odd-face pictures, but it’s not like he can really do anything about it. He’s tried to control it before, but soon realized that doing so actually only seemed to make him look even stranger.
“If these are the kinds of faces he makes just from getting a neck rub,” Jongdae adds, smirking just the slightest, “I wonder what sort of faces he makes when he’s getting fucked.”
“Oooooohhhh,” Chanyeol’s voice comes from the floor, as if that were the worst burn ever and Baekhyun clutches his sides from trying not to laugh so hard, but still manages to hold his fist out, bumping it against Jongdae’s.
“I’m tired,” Junmyeon suddenly decides, making to stand up from his place on the couch. Kris’s fingers squeeze just a little tighter at the base of his neck, as if asking him to stay, but Junmyeon really is exhausted right now. And normally he really doesn’t mind the taunting of his bandmates, sometimes even thinks it’s pretty funny himself, but for some reason would rather just not hear it tonight.
“Jongdae,” he hears Kris reprimand as he’s walking towards the bedroom, and he used his leader voice, something he doesn’t actually use all that often despite the fact he’s one of the groups’ leaders. Even if Junmyeon and Kris were both selected as leaders of their respective units, to be in charge of the other boys, it’s not like they’re their mothers, and they actually both prefer to let everyone deal with their own problems unless it’s really something too big for them to handle.
Junmyeon closes the door behind him when he enters the room of Kris, Yixing and their manager, heading straight for Kris’s bed and curling himself under his covers. He kicks his socks off beneath the blankets, too comfortable to move around and do it. Junmyeon closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep, knowing he has a hell of a day ahead of him tomorrow (Probably today, now, he thinks). He can’t help but worry, though, about the ones that still aren’t back. Jongin, Sehun and Yixing had been spending an awful lot of time in the dance room lately, and he hopes they’ll return to the dorm soon so they can get some rest as well.
As his thoughts continue stirring about his younger band members, he hears the door squeak open and a quiet voice murmur, “Jun?”
“Hmmm?” he replies lazily.
The door shuts with a click and a few seconds later the bed dips when Kris’s body joins Junmyeon’s on the mattress, trying his best to make sure neither of them fall off the small area.
“Junmyeon, don’t let Jongdae get to you,” Kris mumbles as he throws an arm over Junmyeon’s shoulder, spooning him and making him feel even more cozy.
“I’m not,” Junmyeon replies honestly. “Really, I am very tired.”
“And for the record, I like all your faces,” Kris admits, lips brushing lightly against the back of Junmyeon’s neck as he speaks.
Junmyeon scoffs. “Yeah, thanks,” he mutters sarcastically.
“No, really,” Kris insists, then pushes lightly at Junmyeon’s shoulder. “Come on, look at me, I want to see it right now.”
“Kris,” Junmyeon complains, feeling suddenly embarrassed by his request for some reason.
“Jun,” Kris mocks in the same voice, still tugging persistently at Junmyeon to try and get him to turn around.
Junmyeon rolls his eyes at nothing but willingly shifts himself awkwardly, rolling over to face Kris whilst trying to avoid tumbling off the small bed.
“Mmmm,” Kris mumbles mindlessly, bringing a hand up to trace a finger across Junmyeon’s face. “Pretty.”
“You’re prettier,” Junmyeon teases, using his own thumb to rub against the space in between his eyebrows, “as long as you’re not making that stick-up-your-ass face.”
“My eyebrows are just naturally curved this way,” Kris defends himself, but he doesn’t sound offended in the least.
Despite there being no lights on in the room, Junmyeon can tell that Kris’s eyes are cast downwards, what with their faces being so close to one another. He licks his lips and then quietly asks, “Are you thinking about kissing me, Kris?”
“I’m always thinking about kissing you, Junmyeon,” he replies, then leans forward and does just that, pressing his lips softly against the smaller man’s.
Junmyeon snorts at the cheesiness of his boyfriend, and when Kris pulls away he says, “With more one-liners like that, you’ll be staring in your own k-drama in no time.”
“Hmmm,” Kris replies offhandedly, clearly in his own little world right now. And when Junmyeon suddenly feels one of Kris’s hands trail down the front of his body, stopping once he reaches the elastic of his sweatpants, he realizes just exactly where Kris’s thoughts seem to be.
“Kris,” Junmyeon warns as his large palm begins pressing gently against him, “what if they come home soon?”
“Yixing will probably be practicing with Jongin and Sehun until five am…again” Kris points out, considering that was how this entire past week had been, “and manager-hyung was grumbling something about needing a drink or twenty before Chanyeol and I left, so he’s probably out barhopping with his friends for a while.”
Junmyeon just whimpers in response since Kris now has him gripped through his pants, the soft fabric sliding against his already half-hard dick. The younger squeezes his eyes shut but still tries to control his face in the darkness.
“Can I fuck you, Junmyeon?” Kris asks, breath ghosting right over Junmyeon’s ear, making a shiver run up his spine.
“God yes,” he gasps in response, bucking his hips forward into Kris’s palm, trying to find more friction.
Kris leans in for another quick kiss before removing his hand from Junmyeon’s front, bringing both his hands to tug at the elastic of his sweatpants. Junmyeon wiggles his hips around to help, the two of them able to shed the article of clothing to the bottom of the bed under the blankets. Then Kris suddenly gets up from the bed, walking over towards the dresser, presumably to grab lube. Junmyeon takes that opportunity to roll onto his stomach, then position himself on his hands and knees in the center of the bed. He works his shirt over his head and tosses it to the side when he feels the bed dip once more behind him as Kris returns.
Junmyeon feels himself blush all over when Kris’s hand settles against the inside of his left thigh, pushing outward, asking him to spread wider. Junmyeon silently complies, willingly exposing himself to Kris and trying not to feel so self-conscious as he does so. It’s not like they haven’t done this plenty of times in the past, but it never gets any less embarrassing for Junmyeon, simply because he’s always been kinda shy about this sort of stuff.
“Hmmm,” Kris hummed in acknowledgement, a single finger poking at the puckered hole. Junmyeon clenches around nothing and then Kris’s finger is gone. The shorter man whimpers in response.
Then suddenly both of Kris’s large hands are holding either one of Junmyeon’s ass cheeks, baring him even more. He moans and drops his head against the pillows on the bed in mortification, despite the light still being off and Kris already having seen it all before.
“Kris,” he complains when the older man just holds him open. Junmyeon wiggles a bit in his hold, not wanting to simply be so exposed like this with nothing happening.
But then Kris suddenly places his tongue right at Junmyeon’s entrance, thrusting just the slightest before pulling back completely. “Fuck,” Junmyeon breathes out, his asshole tightening again, wanting something, anything inside it.
Kris’s tongue returns, working its way past the tight ring of muscle as best as it can while Junmyeon grits his teeth at the sensation. It’s so very warm and wet and Kris is so damn precise it’s almost ridiculous. He knows all the right movements, all the necessary spots to pay attention to that will drive Junmyeon up the wall.
Kris’s tongue backs out and licks up Junmyeon’s’ cleft, before ascending right back down and re-entering him. Junmyeon feels like every inch of his skin is buzzing, and he has the intense desire to thrust forward to try and find friction for his cock against Kris’s bed, but he knows if he does that, Kris’s tongue will slip out of him and he certainly doesn’t want that to happen.
One of Kris’s fingers joins his tongue, working its way inside of Junmyeon. It’s a tight fit, because Junmyeon’s not anywhere near close to being stretched yet, and there’s not enough slickness to accommodate it. But Junmyeon still willingly drives his hips backwards into the finger, sucking it further into himself despite the burn. Kris wiggles the digit around inside of Junmyeon once it’s about halfway, his tongue mimicking the movement and Junmyeon all but shrieks in response.
“Kris,” he pants, not really sure what he’s asking for as he rocks back into Kris’s ministrations.
Then suddenly, Kris stops, pulling both his tongue and finger from Junmyeon’s hole and removing himself completely from the bed behind him. Junmyeon whines in response, suddenly realizing that Kris appears to want to be a little tease tonight.
Junmyeon sees Kris standing by the side of the bed, wriggling out of his own pajama pants and shirt, but leaving his boxers on for whatever reason. He places a hand at Junmyeon’s shoulder, gently pushing him back up so that he goes from his position on all fours to kneeling on the bed, Kris making himself comfortable sitting against the headboard. He then tugs at Junmyeon’s wrist and the younger man readily crawls up and straddles his hips, arms immediately latching around Kris’s neck.
Kris places his hands lightly on Junmyeon’s hips, them leans in and begins kissing him just as softly. Junmyeon tries to move things along, pressing their mouths together with a bit more enthusiasm. Not that he doesn’t like taking things nice and slow, but he’s already so wound up that he doesn’t know if he could handle that right now.
Junmyeon begins to rock his hips in circles on top of Kris’s, trying to get as much friction as he can, but it’s not nearly enough. Kris just continues slowly kissing him, licking his way languidly into Junmyeon’s mouth while one of his hands go around and starts teasing at the crack of Junmyeon’s ass, ghosting over his entrance every once in a while.
The shorter man tries to push back into the finger, but Kris doesn’t allow it, pulling his hand back every time he tries. Junmyeon makes a dissatisfied sound from the back of his throat, and something about it finally makes Kris seem willing to agree to the younger man’s demands.
He reaches over and grabs the lube he’d retrieved earlier, popping open the top and coating a couple of his fingers in it, rubbing his thumb against them to help warm it up a little bit for Junmyeon. Said man shoves his hips forward, begging Kris to just get the fuck on with it already.
Junmyeon gasps when one of Kris’s lubed fingers slowly enters him, struggling to push its way inside. He nestles his head into Kris’s neck as the digit gets about knuckle deep. Kris’s ridiculously large hands are great, but they’re also a bitch to try to get used to. But Kris goes slow, letting Junmyeon adjust well before a second finger begins sliding in next to the first. Junmyeon clenches his teeth and breathes in the familiar scent of Kris from his neck, willing himself to breathe and not tense up too much.
“Look at me, baby,” Kris requests as his fingers just barely begin scissoring inside of Junmyeon, stretching him leisurely.
Junmyeon shakes his head against Kris’s neck.
“Please?” he begs, going a little further and ghosting right past Junmyeon's little bundle of nerves.
Junmyeon pants and jolts from the sensation, nearly throwing his head back in the process. But he keeps his face carefully hidden between Kris’s neck and shoulder as the older man begins working him even more and more to the edge.
“Fuck, Kris, just…enough already, okay,” he decides, feeling too riled up and suddenly deciding he needs to just come really, really badly.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, Junmyeon,” Kris says, a bit affronted, still working Junmyeon looser. A third finger struggles to join the other two and Junmyeon brings one of his hands around from its place at the back of Kris’s neck to begin pumping himself, trying to take his mind off the uncomfortable feeling of being too full too quickly.
Without even realizing it, Junmyeon had begun to roll his hips backward in time with Kris’s fingers, helping to bring them closer and closer to his prostate each time. The combination of Kris’s fingers and his own hand pumping at his cock is becoming too much and he knows he’s going to come soon at this rate.
“Kris, please, just...” Junmyeon begs, removing his hand from his cock and reaching around himself. He awkwardly grabs hold of Kris’s wrist and pulls at it, effectively removing his boyfriend’s large fingers from inside him. He groans at the sudden loss, but would much rather come with Kris’s cock inside him instead.
Kris obeys, settling his hands on either side of Junmyeon’s waist instead and rubbing comforting circles into his skin. Junmyeon, knowing he has a decent face on, removes his face from its hiding spot in Kris’s neck and leans forward to kiss the elder. He tugs at the edge of Kris’s boxers, wanting them off already. The feeling of Kris smirking against his own lips annoys him a bit, just because it’s so frustrating how Kris knows just exactly what needs to be done to work him up like this, making him become so needy and desperate.
Kris rolls their bodies together so that Junmyeon is now lying on his side on the bed before he stands up and quickly sheds himself of his underwear. Meanwhile, Junmyeon is rolling himself onto his belly, getting back into position on all fours once more.
“No, baby, turn around,” Kris asks him as he kneels on the bed behind Junmyeon. The sound of lube squelching makes Junmyeon’s asshole flutter.
“Come on, just go,” Junmyeon pleads, wiggling his ass a little to try and urge Kris to get on with it.
Kris places a steady hand on Junmyeon’s waist and leans over him, only to end up turning the lamp on the bedside table on.
Junmyeon groans and drops his head into the pillow in front of him. “Kris,” he complains, so damn wound up he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.
“I want to see you, Jun,” Kris explains simply, fingers tracing lightly into his skin where he had placed his hand.
Junmyeon knows Kris isn’t going to let up, so he turns himself over on the bed, on his back, pouting as he spreads his legs and looks at Kris who is kneeling on the edge of the bed with a calm look on his face.
“That’s better,” Kris says, small smile on his face as he settles himself in between Junmyeon’s legs, leaning down to attach their lips together once more.
Junmyeon bucks his hips up towards Kris’s erection, not wanting to draw this process out any more than it already fucking has been. But Kris just continued kissing painstakingly slowly against Junmyeon’s lips while Junmyeon tried desperately to find any sort of friction he could against the sensitive skin of his cock.
“Please, Kris, fuck,” Junmyeon begs against his lips, remarkably needy, but not even caring at this point.
“You know I got you, baby,” Kris assures him, grabbing his own cock and lining it up with Junmyeon’s stretched entrance. Junmyeon spreads his legs a little bit wider, and Kris goes ahead and grabs at the back of Junmyeon’s left thigh, bringing it to settle his knee over his shoulder to get a better angle to enter him at.
Junmyeon tenses just the slightest when the head of Kris’s dick presses lightly against his stretched entrance, still just teasing. He pushes his hips into it, taking in more of the tip and Kris finally fucking submits, moving his own hips forward to enter Junmyeon.
Junmyeon can feel his face already beginning to scrunch up at the sensation, so he starts feeling next to him for a pillow. He finds one easily and throws it over his face, hiding himself from Kris as he bites his lips at the feeling of finally being filled.
“Junmyeon, no,” Kris protests, tugging at the other side of the pillow. Junmyeon brings his other hand over to hold it firmly in place against his face, unwilling to relent.
“Junmyeon,” Kris pleads, staying completely still in his position fully seated inside of Junmyeon.
The shorter boy ignores him and just demands, “Go, Kris,” while rocking his hips insistently to get some damn friction.
Kris reaches down and places a firm, strong hand against his right hip, effectively stopping him from making any further movements. Junmyeon wants to throw the pillow at his boyfriend’s stupid face, but doesn’t want to uncover his own to do that.
“Come on, Jun,” Kris implores, “I just had my tongue up your ass and you were a-okay with that, but you won’t let me look at your fucking face?”
Junmyeon feels his entire body catch fire at the blunt way Kris put that, and then he reaches down to begin stroking himself again.
“My face looks weird when I come,” Junmyeon points out, wanting Kris to just fucking drop it and get on with it already. “Jongdae was fucking right and I don’t need your dick going limp inside of me after looking at it.”
“How do you know what you look like when you come, Jun?” Kris asks, suddenly curious, and Junmyeon could swear he felt his dick twitch inside of him.
The blushing intensifies when Junmyeon realizes what he may have just accidentally revealed, hand freexing around his erection.
Kris leans down as close as he can to Junmyeon’s ear despite the pillow barrier between them and asks, “Have you watched yourself masturbate in front of the mirror before, baby?”
Junmyeon whimpers at the tremor he gets from Kris’s husky voice asking that sort of a question, not to mention his dick still resting fully inside of him. He squeezes himself a bit harder than he already had been.
“Because that’s really, really hot if you have, babe,” Kris continues, smirk clear even just in his voice.
“You always used to be gone with M!” Junmyeon tries to defend himself, throwing out an excuse that didn’t even really make sense. “And I was just sorta curious since we’d just started…doing stuff together….I don’t know…”
“The fact that we’ve been ‘doing stuff’ for as long as we have and that I’ve still never seen your face irks me to be quite frank, Junmyeon,” Kris says, pushing a bit further into Junmyeon, as if somehow trying to prove some sort of a point.
“The fact that your huge ass dick is inside of me doing absolutely nothing irks me to be quite frank,” Junmyeon retorts. “So either get it the fuck out of me or fucking move already, Kris.”
“I will once you let me see your face, Jun.”
“Oh my god,” Junmyeon grumbles, unhooking his leg from Kris’s shoulder and taking the pillow in both of his hands to shove it forward against Kris’s chest.
Kris wasn’t expecting that, and so Junmyeon successfully manages to push Kris out of his ass and onto his backside on the other end of the bed, head almost hanging off the foot of the bed as Junmyeon throws the pillow at his face. It hits him but bounces onto the floor as Junmyeon crawls into his lap and takes matters into his own hands, quite literally, grabbing Kris’s erection and lining himself up against it so he can slide down onto it.
He makes it all the way down and doesn’t feel the need to adjust, considering Kris's cock had just been sitting inside of him for god knows how long. Junmyeon begins bouncing himself up and down, the sensation amazing and exactly what he really fucking needs.
“Fuck, Jun,” Kris grunts from below, looking up in awe as Junmyeon, face uncovered, pleasures himself on the older man’s dick at an unsteady pace.
“Fucking touch me, Kris,” Junmyeon orders, unable to do it himself since he is trying to keep himself steady with both his arms against the bed on either side of Kris’s head.
Kris immediately agrees, taking his eyes away from Junmyeon’s face for only a second to glance and see where his dick was, grabbing it and pumping. Junmyeon moans at the sensation as he continues sliding Kris’s arousal in and out of himself.
“Junmyeon, never hide your face from me again,” Kris says as he thumbs over the slit of Junmyeon’s cock, making him cry out and bite his lip in response.
“Shut the fuck up, quit reminding me about my stupid face,” Junmyeon grumbles, not relenting in his actions, though.
“Never, Junmyeon.” Kris suddenly lets go of the younger man’s cock, making Junmyeon sob at the loss, and brings both his hands up instead to nuzzle Junmyeon’s face in between his hands. They lock eyes with one another for a few seconds before Kris pulls the smaller man down, placing an adoring kiss on his lips.
Junmyeon jerks back and Kris just continues staring at him, making Junmyeon feel all self-conscious again.
“I just fucking need to come already,” he mumbles, angling his hips to try and get a better position on top of Kris. The man below him helpfully thrusts up off of the bed, the head of his cock hitting straight against his prostate, and Junmyeon sucks in a breath, nodding mindlessly all of a sudden. “Yes, Kris, yes, there, please, again,” he muttered incoherently.
Kris continues shoving his hips forward off the bed as best he could, bringing his hand back to grasp Junmyeon’s arousal once again. Junmyeon finally, finally, can feel it all building up, and he is ready to let go. He rocks messily on top of Kris, abusing his own prostate against his boyfriend’s dick, and with a swipe of Kris’s thumb against his slit paired with the perfect press inside of him, Junmyeon is spilling into Kris’s hand and on both their stomachs, his hips still rutting mindlessly as he rides it out. He’d been so, so riled up, that this is probably the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced because of it.
“Fuck,” he hears Kris sigh from below him and then soon after he can feel his boyfriend’s warmth shooting inside of him, filling him up hot and wet and already leaking beyond Kris’s cock down his ass crack.
Junmyeon falls forward against Kris’s chest, thighs on fire from having just relentlessly been used.
Kris plays with the hair at the back of Junmyeon’s neck as they both begin to go soft, Junmyeon’s come already drying between their stomachs. Kris suddenly reaches down and pulls his now limp dick out of Junmyeon’s ass, the sensation on his oversensitive tissues making the smaller man moan. Junmyeon feels some of the come leak out of his asshole and knows they both desperately need to shower, but not sure if he’s really up for it now.
“I guess I might be biased,” Kris says quietly, right next to Junmyeon’s ear since he was still just lying heavily against him, head resting comfortably in Kris’s neck once more, “but you honestly do have the best o-face I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Have you ever seen your own?” Junmyeon wonders, just since they’d been talking about that a bit earlier.
“Yeah, but it’s nothing special,” Kris replies, not even embarrassed in the slightest. Meanwhile, Junmyeon feels himself get a bit hot all over again at the thought of Kris watching himself masturbating.
“Hey, so maybe so we can both see your pretty little face when you come,” Kris proposes suggestively to Junmyeon, “we could put a mirror on the ceiling, right above my bed.”
“Shut the fuck up, Kris, I fucking hate you,” Junmyeon replies against his neck, eyelids drooping heavily.
“Love you too, babe,” Kris replies kissing Junmyeon’s hair, “I’ll get the measurements for it first thing in the morning.”
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