[oneshot] quid bro quo
Title: quid bro quo
Pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
Rating: nc17
Genre: au, pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex, voyeurism, bondage
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: american frat au. baekyeol nipple kink inspired by this gif. ft. voyeur lu han. 2,645 words.
Lu Han moves into the Epsilon Chi Omicron house the same spring the 92 liners rush the frat. Amongst them are some obvious standouts-Kyungsoo, the tiny, stoic, frog-eyed dude who squints at everything with either mild curiosity or mild disdain, Jongdae, the choir kid with an ever-present Cheshire cat smile, Chanyeol, the one who looms half a head over every other potential pledge and has a voice low enough that you can feel it beating in your chest if he yells too loud, and Baekhyun, whom Lu Han had met in the macro class he'd helped TA for last fall. Marketing major. Baekhyun hadn't been in his section, but Lu Han did hear about him later on. Somehow, the guy had been able to talk himself out of doing any assignments the entire semester and still managed to pull an A- in the course.
Either Baekhyun was really just that good at moseying himself out of shitty situations with minimal collateral damage, or Yixing needed to keep a closer eye on what he let slide under his purview. Probably both.
After countless rounds of beer pong, and being forced to stand outside in chilly February weather wearing nothing but their boxers, the culmination of Rush Week at EXO involves an elaborate scavenger hunt meticulously designed by all the brothers to be as stupid and dangerous as possible. The year Lu Han rushed, Yunho had been frat president and Minho was the pledgemaster, which meant the whole thing involved a lot of crazy difficult and physically impossible daredevil antics. Lu Han nearly lost an eye trying to scale the flag pole at the center of the main quad on campus-but he'd gotten the frat bid in the end, which was the only thing that mattered.
This year's requirements, in comparison, are pretty simple. For the next three days, any prospective pledges would have to pair up, pick through a list of assorted items and actions, find them or do them, and take pictorial evidence if necessary. If you got caught, either by the other brothers or the authorities, whatever points that item was supposed to get would be subtracted from your grand total. Most of what Joonmyun's asking for just skirts along the edge of legal, but there are a couple of heavy hitters at the bottom of the list. Steal the plates off the Dean of Students' car. Streak across the quad at midnight. Take a picture of yourself fucking in a forbidden place.
That last one's been on the scavenger hunt list for as long as Lu Han can remember. It's given extra points depending on the situation, based on creativity and level of holy shit you should not be doing this here. Most rushers went to the campus library to fuck in the stacks just to cross it off the list. It was simplest, after all, and time was short. You only had one weekend to hit as many flagrant rule violations as possible, and it just wasn't good strategy to loiter for too long on one item.
Thursday night the house is teeming with EXO rushers pairing up and getting ready to start. Lu Han steps out of the shower on the second floor and leans over the banister to survey the crush of bodies grabbing the checklist from a harried Joonmyun, swallowed by his huge raincoat. Baekhyun's standing on the second stair, completely soaked from the downpour outside, vibrating every couple of seconds in a series of full-body shivers. He looks up when Lu Han starts toweling his hair dry.
"Good luck," Lu Han says, grinning at him. "Break a leg and shit."
Baekhyun beams back, sharp canines glinting. "Thanks." He hooks an arm around Chanyeol's neck and drags him in. "Just watch. We're gonna win."
Friday night coincides with one of the biggest basketball games of the season. Half the frat is either on the team or knows someone on it, so most of them are attending the game-but it's also big because just last year, one of their star players transferred away from Duke to play for UNC instead. As if the rivalry wasn't already intense enough-now Duke had to deal with a defector, too.
Lu Han had been friendly with Kris. He'd even been in the same EXO pledge class as him, went through all the same hazing rituals, had a couple overlapping classes, so it was something of a shock when Lu Han came back to school after the summer to find him gone. "We don't talk about him anymore," Joonmyun said, face pinched, when he'd asked.
As such, Lu Han doesn't really feel like going to the game after his office hours are over. The EXO house is totally silent when he returns, stark contrast to yesterday's madness, and reeks of Febreze. All the brothers are at the game and all the prospective pledges must be scurrying around trying to grab as many points as they can. Earlier this morning, Jongdae and Kyungsoo had launched themselves through the door with the Dean's license plates, wicked grins on their faces. On the way to class after lunch, Lu Han and Yixing had passed by a whole group of dumbasses trying to subtly deface the Chapel.
The first floor is still messy as hell from last night's stampede. Lu Han's never liked untidiness, which was probably why, when Minseok was voted in as new frat president, he'd asked Lu Han to move in and be a glorified maid for the entire fraternity. It helps that he doesn't have to pay a dime for room and board because of the services he provides, but on the flip side, fifty-odd dudes hanging around the same space on a regular basis makes for a pretty shitty living area, especially if no one's around to keep things in check. With the major influx of new foot traffic in the form of prospective pledges, things are even worse than usual.
In Lu Han's opinion, Rush Week is Greek life at its dumbest. It's half about whoever's ballsy enough to ignore the rules of acceptable social conduct and get out of it unscathed, and half about how well you can hold your liquor. But the parts Lu Han likes about the brotherhood outweigh the asshattery levels tenfold-late night pickup games of soccer on the quad, cramming together in the library during exam week, needing a last minute ride, printer, pep talk, anything, and knowing someone is always going to have your back. It's friendship and camaraderie, really, as much as anything else can be, and when he thinks about it, if he had to do it all over again, he wouldn't change a thing.
That's before he walks into kitchen and sees what an absolute mess they've made of it. Motherfucker, Lu Han thinks, and rolls up his sleeves. He stacks all the dirty dishes in the sink, sweeps all the empty beer cans into a corner and pushes all the furniture back in place. The linoleum of the floor is sticky with God knows what, but he'll deal with that later. He loads the pile of dirty clothing stacked in the laundry room into the big washer and sets it to a cold cycle before finally trudging up the stairs. Lu Han's halfway through the door to his bedroom when he hears the odd bump down the hall, and then a muffled sound of laughter. He tosses his backpack into his room and tiptoes down the hall, toes sinking into the springy carpet. Finds the door to Joonmyun's room slightly ajar, a stream of bright light drawing a line down the floor and slicing the darkness in the corridor in half.
When he gets a good look inside the room, he has to bring his hand to his mouth to stop himself from making a noise. Baekhyun's tied to Joonmyun's headboard, arms raised above his head and legs spread-eagle, completely naked except for the ropes crisscrossing his body, stretched from his collarbone and winding all the way down to his ankles. His hair's damp again, this time from a shower, presumably, and his eyes are closed, breath fluttering out of his rapidly heaving chest, flush cock curving up from the hair between his legs.
Lu Han's stomach turns over. His hands clench into fists at his sides, eyes glued to the way Baekhyun's thigh muscles are jumping, the veins in his forearms standing out as he strains against the ropes. Jesus, Lu Han thinks, head spinning. He swallows around the lump in his throat. He'd always had his suspicions about Joonmyun's tastes, but this is the first time Lu Han's ever seen anything like this. He's about to step away to give them some privacy when someone who definitely isn't Joonmyun Kim steps out of the connecting bathroom.
Baekhyun's eyes fly open. His pupils are blown wide, pink lips parting as Chanyeol-God, of course it's Chanyeol, he should've known-gets to the foot of the bed and fiddles with the camera mounted on the tripod set up there.
Lu Han exhales quietly. He has to admit that it's a pretty good strategy. Wait till everyone else is out of the house, during the guaranteed hour-long window when all of EXO is going to be at the game, and fuck in the pledgemaster's room, on the pledgemaster's sheets, and take irrefutable pictures. They'd be fucking kings, even if Joonmyun decided to give them hell all semester for doing it in his bed.
It's too bad they didn't know Lu Han would be back early.
Baekhyun groans something Lu Han can't quite catch, and Lu Han ducks his head closer to the crack. "Shut up," Chanyeol murmurs, deep voice rumbling. "The others are going to be back soon. Basketball games don't last that long, and unless you don't want to come-"
Baekhyun shakes his head so fast his eyes cross a little. Chanyeol chuckles, and then leans down and drops something on Baekhyun's chest-squeezes his hand and-
Baekhyun's spine arches like a strung bow. His torso lifts off the bed, shoulders held back by the ropes tying him to the headboard. A loud moan gets halfway out of his mouth before Chanyeol manages to clamp his hand over it, big palm covering half his face. "Stop being so loud," Chanyeol hisses, and when he moves away Lu Han finally sees the delicate nipple clamps, a fine silver chain dangling between them, gently sliding over the ropes binding Baekhyun's body.
Lu Han's half hard in his pants just watching Baekhyun's chest heave. He makes these little whimpering noises too, tosses his head back into Joonmyun's pillows and slurs, "Come on-get on with it-already." When Chanyeol sinks down and sucks on the tip of Baekhyun's erection, Lu Han presses down on his own dick, turned on and more than a little mortified. What if someone caught him here, spying on two underclassmen going at it? There are definitely better things to be doing with his Friday night-but then Chanyeol makes a wet slurping noise as he slides down further, Baekhyun lets out his loudest groan yet, neck clenched and sweaty, and all rational thought flees from Lu Han's mind. It feels like the blood in his body rushes to his crotch all at once. Lu Han has to lean against the door and stuff his knuckles in his mouth to keep from making a sound, his other hand reaching past the waistband of his shorts and boxers to palm his cock.
Chanyeol's shirt lands on the floor somewhere between Joonmyun's dresser and his desk, and his pants follow in a flailing mess. He fits two fingers up Baekhyun's ass and Baekhyun growls, rocks his hips into it as best he can, the bed squeaking gently with their rhythm. Lu Han's fist clenches around the base of his dick and strokes up as Chanyeol kisses Baekhyun, twists his fingers around one of the clamps so that Baekhyun gasps for breath into Chanyeol's mouth.
Lu Han slides onto the ground, lands with a thud on the carpet. For a second a thrill of fear runs up his spine at the possibility of being discovered, but the two in the bedroom seem to have thrown away all pretense of being quiet about it. Which is great for him, because it's literally impossible to whack off without making some kind of noise. Lu Han likes listening, anyway-to the thwack of Chanyeol's legs against Baekhyun's ass when he starts fucking into him, the thin jangling of the chain, Baekhyun's rhythmic grunts as Chanyeol's mouth drops down and starts licking at his chest.
Baekhyun shudders, flushed a deep pink all over. This is the longest Lu Han's ever seen him go without speaking, mouth hanging open like a dog's, and he leans into it when Chanyeol reaches up to smooth his bangs back, lips still attached to a nipple, teeth worrying grooves into the skin of Baekhyun's chest.
Lu Han had almost forgotten about the camera until the shutter starts going off as Chanyeol rams himself deep into Baekhyun over and over again, driving him up against the headboard, wood knocking against the plaster of the wall. The hand in Lu Han's pants stutters in time with the slick squelching, and then moves faster as he focuses on the sweat glistening on Chanyeol's back, the way his shoulder blades shift under his skin, like he's about to sprout wings with every forward thrust.
Lu Han squeezes his fist around the head of his dick and comes in his pants, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, jizz dribbling between his fingers. He curls in on himself against the wall, head thunking back into the frame, and when he lifts his gaze again Baekhyun's staring straight at him through the cracked door. There's the faintest smirk on his face even as Chanyeol's head dips over onto Baekhyun's shoulder. He pistons his hips one last time and comes, smashing Baekhyun into the mattress with the full weight of his body. Baekhyun wheezes, eyes flicking to the crown of Chanyeol's head before flitting to Lu Han again.
Lu Han snaps out of it, rears back and jerks his hand out of his pants, face burning. He wipes his hand off discreetly on the inside of his shirt and picks himself off the floor, legs like jelly, the post-orgasmic haze fogging up his head.
Baekhyun moans loudly inside Joonmyun's room, voice cracking. Lu Han's stomach flip-flops mutinously again. He gives them another five minutes before pushing inside the room, determined, and wrinkles his nose at the heavy smell of sex. Chanyeol glances over his shoulder from where he's untying Baekhyun from the bed, looking utterly unsurprised. "What's up?"
"Hey, Luhan," Baekhyun says, smiling up at him, completely unabashed. "Are you going to tell on us?"
Lu Han wills himself not to look down at the nipple clamps that are still hanging from Baekhyun's chest and manages to keep a straight face as he taps his chin. "No," he says finally, and watches as Chanyeol relaxes. Then, before either of them can move, Lu Han walks over to the camera on the tripod and casually ejects the memory card. He flicks it up into the air with his thumb before letting it drop in his pocket, burning a hole through the fabric. "But I'm keeping this." His mouth twitches. "You know, for blackmailing purposes."
"Oh," Chanyeol says, blinking.
"Oh," Baekhyun echoes, grinning in a way that makes Lu Han's whole face heat up again. "Yeah, for blackmail. Totally." He gets up and makes a show of stretching, bends over and reaches down for his toes. Gives Lu Han a clear view of the rope burn crisscrossing his backside. "Hey. Maybe we'll let you watch next time, too."
fin
Pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
Rating: nc17
Genre: au, pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex, voyeurism, bondage
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: american frat au. baekyeol nipple kink inspired by this gif. ft. voyeur lu han. 2,645 words.
Lu Han moves into the Epsilon Chi Omicron house the same spring the 92 liners rush the frat. Amongst them are some obvious standouts-Kyungsoo, the tiny, stoic, frog-eyed dude who squints at everything with either mild curiosity or mild disdain, Jongdae, the choir kid with an ever-present Cheshire cat smile, Chanyeol, the one who looms half a head over every other potential pledge and has a voice low enough that you can feel it beating in your chest if he yells too loud, and Baekhyun, whom Lu Han had met in the macro class he'd helped TA for last fall. Marketing major. Baekhyun hadn't been in his section, but Lu Han did hear about him later on. Somehow, the guy had been able to talk himself out of doing any assignments the entire semester and still managed to pull an A- in the course.
Either Baekhyun was really just that good at moseying himself out of shitty situations with minimal collateral damage, or Yixing needed to keep a closer eye on what he let slide under his purview. Probably both.
After countless rounds of beer pong, and being forced to stand outside in chilly February weather wearing nothing but their boxers, the culmination of Rush Week at EXO involves an elaborate scavenger hunt meticulously designed by all the brothers to be as stupid and dangerous as possible. The year Lu Han rushed, Yunho had been frat president and Minho was the pledgemaster, which meant the whole thing involved a lot of crazy difficult and physically impossible daredevil antics. Lu Han nearly lost an eye trying to scale the flag pole at the center of the main quad on campus-but he'd gotten the frat bid in the end, which was the only thing that mattered.
This year's requirements, in comparison, are pretty simple. For the next three days, any prospective pledges would have to pair up, pick through a list of assorted items and actions, find them or do them, and take pictorial evidence if necessary. If you got caught, either by the other brothers or the authorities, whatever points that item was supposed to get would be subtracted from your grand total. Most of what Joonmyun's asking for just skirts along the edge of legal, but there are a couple of heavy hitters at the bottom of the list. Steal the plates off the Dean of Students' car. Streak across the quad at midnight. Take a picture of yourself fucking in a forbidden place.
That last one's been on the scavenger hunt list for as long as Lu Han can remember. It's given extra points depending on the situation, based on creativity and level of holy shit you should not be doing this here. Most rushers went to the campus library to fuck in the stacks just to cross it off the list. It was simplest, after all, and time was short. You only had one weekend to hit as many flagrant rule violations as possible, and it just wasn't good strategy to loiter for too long on one item.
Thursday night the house is teeming with EXO rushers pairing up and getting ready to start. Lu Han steps out of the shower on the second floor and leans over the banister to survey the crush of bodies grabbing the checklist from a harried Joonmyun, swallowed by his huge raincoat. Baekhyun's standing on the second stair, completely soaked from the downpour outside, vibrating every couple of seconds in a series of full-body shivers. He looks up when Lu Han starts toweling his hair dry.
"Good luck," Lu Han says, grinning at him. "Break a leg and shit."
Baekhyun beams back, sharp canines glinting. "Thanks." He hooks an arm around Chanyeol's neck and drags him in. "Just watch. We're gonna win."
Friday night coincides with one of the biggest basketball games of the season. Half the frat is either on the team or knows someone on it, so most of them are attending the game-but it's also big because just last year, one of their star players transferred away from Duke to play for UNC instead. As if the rivalry wasn't already intense enough-now Duke had to deal with a defector, too.
Lu Han had been friendly with Kris. He'd even been in the same EXO pledge class as him, went through all the same hazing rituals, had a couple overlapping classes, so it was something of a shock when Lu Han came back to school after the summer to find him gone. "We don't talk about him anymore," Joonmyun said, face pinched, when he'd asked.
As such, Lu Han doesn't really feel like going to the game after his office hours are over. The EXO house is totally silent when he returns, stark contrast to yesterday's madness, and reeks of Febreze. All the brothers are at the game and all the prospective pledges must be scurrying around trying to grab as many points as they can. Earlier this morning, Jongdae and Kyungsoo had launched themselves through the door with the Dean's license plates, wicked grins on their faces. On the way to class after lunch, Lu Han and Yixing had passed by a whole group of dumbasses trying to subtly deface the Chapel.
The first floor is still messy as hell from last night's stampede. Lu Han's never liked untidiness, which was probably why, when Minseok was voted in as new frat president, he'd asked Lu Han to move in and be a glorified maid for the entire fraternity. It helps that he doesn't have to pay a dime for room and board because of the services he provides, but on the flip side, fifty-odd dudes hanging around the same space on a regular basis makes for a pretty shitty living area, especially if no one's around to keep things in check. With the major influx of new foot traffic in the form of prospective pledges, things are even worse than usual.
In Lu Han's opinion, Rush Week is Greek life at its dumbest. It's half about whoever's ballsy enough to ignore the rules of acceptable social conduct and get out of it unscathed, and half about how well you can hold your liquor. But the parts Lu Han likes about the brotherhood outweigh the asshattery levels tenfold-late night pickup games of soccer on the quad, cramming together in the library during exam week, needing a last minute ride, printer, pep talk, anything, and knowing someone is always going to have your back. It's friendship and camaraderie, really, as much as anything else can be, and when he thinks about it, if he had to do it all over again, he wouldn't change a thing.
That's before he walks into kitchen and sees what an absolute mess they've made of it. Motherfucker, Lu Han thinks, and rolls up his sleeves. He stacks all the dirty dishes in the sink, sweeps all the empty beer cans into a corner and pushes all the furniture back in place. The linoleum of the floor is sticky with God knows what, but he'll deal with that later. He loads the pile of dirty clothing stacked in the laundry room into the big washer and sets it to a cold cycle before finally trudging up the stairs. Lu Han's halfway through the door to his bedroom when he hears the odd bump down the hall, and then a muffled sound of laughter. He tosses his backpack into his room and tiptoes down the hall, toes sinking into the springy carpet. Finds the door to Joonmyun's room slightly ajar, a stream of bright light drawing a line down the floor and slicing the darkness in the corridor in half.
When he gets a good look inside the room, he has to bring his hand to his mouth to stop himself from making a noise. Baekhyun's tied to Joonmyun's headboard, arms raised above his head and legs spread-eagle, completely naked except for the ropes crisscrossing his body, stretched from his collarbone and winding all the way down to his ankles. His hair's damp again, this time from a shower, presumably, and his eyes are closed, breath fluttering out of his rapidly heaving chest, flush cock curving up from the hair between his legs.
Lu Han's stomach turns over. His hands clench into fists at his sides, eyes glued to the way Baekhyun's thigh muscles are jumping, the veins in his forearms standing out as he strains against the ropes. Jesus, Lu Han thinks, head spinning. He swallows around the lump in his throat. He'd always had his suspicions about Joonmyun's tastes, but this is the first time Lu Han's ever seen anything like this. He's about to step away to give them some privacy when someone who definitely isn't Joonmyun Kim steps out of the connecting bathroom.
Baekhyun's eyes fly open. His pupils are blown wide, pink lips parting as Chanyeol-God, of course it's Chanyeol, he should've known-gets to the foot of the bed and fiddles with the camera mounted on the tripod set up there.
Lu Han exhales quietly. He has to admit that it's a pretty good strategy. Wait till everyone else is out of the house, during the guaranteed hour-long window when all of EXO is going to be at the game, and fuck in the pledgemaster's room, on the pledgemaster's sheets, and take irrefutable pictures. They'd be fucking kings, even if Joonmyun decided to give them hell all semester for doing it in his bed.
It's too bad they didn't know Lu Han would be back early.
Baekhyun groans something Lu Han can't quite catch, and Lu Han ducks his head closer to the crack. "Shut up," Chanyeol murmurs, deep voice rumbling. "The others are going to be back soon. Basketball games don't last that long, and unless you don't want to come-"
Baekhyun shakes his head so fast his eyes cross a little. Chanyeol chuckles, and then leans down and drops something on Baekhyun's chest-squeezes his hand and-
Baekhyun's spine arches like a strung bow. His torso lifts off the bed, shoulders held back by the ropes tying him to the headboard. A loud moan gets halfway out of his mouth before Chanyeol manages to clamp his hand over it, big palm covering half his face. "Stop being so loud," Chanyeol hisses, and when he moves away Lu Han finally sees the delicate nipple clamps, a fine silver chain dangling between them, gently sliding over the ropes binding Baekhyun's body.
Lu Han's half hard in his pants just watching Baekhyun's chest heave. He makes these little whimpering noises too, tosses his head back into Joonmyun's pillows and slurs, "Come on-get on with it-already." When Chanyeol sinks down and sucks on the tip of Baekhyun's erection, Lu Han presses down on his own dick, turned on and more than a little mortified. What if someone caught him here, spying on two underclassmen going at it? There are definitely better things to be doing with his Friday night-but then Chanyeol makes a wet slurping noise as he slides down further, Baekhyun lets out his loudest groan yet, neck clenched and sweaty, and all rational thought flees from Lu Han's mind. It feels like the blood in his body rushes to his crotch all at once. Lu Han has to lean against the door and stuff his knuckles in his mouth to keep from making a sound, his other hand reaching past the waistband of his shorts and boxers to palm his cock.
Chanyeol's shirt lands on the floor somewhere between Joonmyun's dresser and his desk, and his pants follow in a flailing mess. He fits two fingers up Baekhyun's ass and Baekhyun growls, rocks his hips into it as best he can, the bed squeaking gently with their rhythm. Lu Han's fist clenches around the base of his dick and strokes up as Chanyeol kisses Baekhyun, twists his fingers around one of the clamps so that Baekhyun gasps for breath into Chanyeol's mouth.
Lu Han slides onto the ground, lands with a thud on the carpet. For a second a thrill of fear runs up his spine at the possibility of being discovered, but the two in the bedroom seem to have thrown away all pretense of being quiet about it. Which is great for him, because it's literally impossible to whack off without making some kind of noise. Lu Han likes listening, anyway-to the thwack of Chanyeol's legs against Baekhyun's ass when he starts fucking into him, the thin jangling of the chain, Baekhyun's rhythmic grunts as Chanyeol's mouth drops down and starts licking at his chest.
Baekhyun shudders, flushed a deep pink all over. This is the longest Lu Han's ever seen him go without speaking, mouth hanging open like a dog's, and he leans into it when Chanyeol reaches up to smooth his bangs back, lips still attached to a nipple, teeth worrying grooves into the skin of Baekhyun's chest.
Lu Han had almost forgotten about the camera until the shutter starts going off as Chanyeol rams himself deep into Baekhyun over and over again, driving him up against the headboard, wood knocking against the plaster of the wall. The hand in Lu Han's pants stutters in time with the slick squelching, and then moves faster as he focuses on the sweat glistening on Chanyeol's back, the way his shoulder blades shift under his skin, like he's about to sprout wings with every forward thrust.
Lu Han squeezes his fist around the head of his dick and comes in his pants, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, jizz dribbling between his fingers. He curls in on himself against the wall, head thunking back into the frame, and when he lifts his gaze again Baekhyun's staring straight at him through the cracked door. There's the faintest smirk on his face even as Chanyeol's head dips over onto Baekhyun's shoulder. He pistons his hips one last time and comes, smashing Baekhyun into the mattress with the full weight of his body. Baekhyun wheezes, eyes flicking to the crown of Chanyeol's head before flitting to Lu Han again.
Lu Han snaps out of it, rears back and jerks his hand out of his pants, face burning. He wipes his hand off discreetly on the inside of his shirt and picks himself off the floor, legs like jelly, the post-orgasmic haze fogging up his head.
Baekhyun moans loudly inside Joonmyun's room, voice cracking. Lu Han's stomach flip-flops mutinously again. He gives them another five minutes before pushing inside the room, determined, and wrinkles his nose at the heavy smell of sex. Chanyeol glances over his shoulder from where he's untying Baekhyun from the bed, looking utterly unsurprised. "What's up?"
"Hey, Luhan," Baekhyun says, smiling up at him, completely unabashed. "Are you going to tell on us?"
Lu Han wills himself not to look down at the nipple clamps that are still hanging from Baekhyun's chest and manages to keep a straight face as he taps his chin. "No," he says finally, and watches as Chanyeol relaxes. Then, before either of them can move, Lu Han walks over to the camera on the tripod and casually ejects the memory card. He flicks it up into the air with his thumb before letting it drop in his pocket, burning a hole through the fabric. "But I'm keeping this." His mouth twitches. "You know, for blackmailing purposes."
"Oh," Chanyeol says, blinking.
"Oh," Baekhyun echoes, grinning in a way that makes Lu Han's whole face heat up again. "Yeah, for blackmail. Totally." He gets up and makes a show of stretching, bends over and reaches down for his toes. Gives Lu Han a clear view of the rope burn crisscrossing his backside. "Hey. Maybe we'll let you watch next time, too."
fin