[exo] (Layers Of) Vanilla
Title: (Layers Of) Vanilla
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun/Jongin (aka baekaisoo)
Word Count: 3.1k
Rating: NC-17
Genre: TMP (aka Too Much Porn), Hooker!AU
Warnings: Kyungsoo topping, Jongin bottoming - all in a Baekhyun sandwich. If you get my drift.
Summary: The rent-boy had been a birthday gift.
Author's Note: So this was supposed to be written for Jongin and Kyungsoo's birthday. But then...life. Yeah. I'm trying to be better with posting more (for a few reasons lol though I'll refrain from saying anything here), and this is attempt one. I really want to do an in-depth sequel over Baekhyun getting out of the business, but only if I have time lol. Other than that, enjoy, I guess. xD
(Layers Of) Vanilla
The rent-boy had been a birthday gift from Kris, Chanyeol, and Sehun. Jongin watched in a daze as the boy - no, the man - took in the surroundings with intense, kohl-lined eyes. Swallowing, Jongin tore his gaze from the man and turned to Kyungsoo, looking for answers to an unsaid question. Unfortunately, the way Kyungsoo looked back at him made it clear as day that even he did not have any idea of what to do.
Unwillingly, Jongin found his eyes drawn back to where the man perched himself onto the bed, staring at Kyungsoo and Jongin, a small smirk quirking at his lips.
They should’ve rejected the gift, Jongin thought in a trance.
“You two are the most vanilla couple I know,” Sehun had told them as an introduction to his gift, and Kris and Chanyeol loomed behind him silently, their faces not lending a single clue as to what they were going to give Jongin and Kyungsoo. It made Jongin suspicious, and Sehun seemed to pick up on that easily enough, a smile twitching across his face before disappearing in a flash. “So, us three -” he gestured to the two giants standing behind him, “- pitched in and got you two just about the best present ever.” Sehun motioned to Chanyeol and Kris, who stepped aside to usher someone to the front. Sehun smiled, pleased, and said, “We got you a threesome.”
“...did you just say you got us a threesome?” Kyungsoo asked flatly, face bewildered. Jongin stood at his boyfriend’s side, shocked into silence as he gaped at the man standing almost unobtrusively next to Sehun. Stylish brown hair, slim face, tight black shirt, and even tighter black pants. He looked nothing like what Jongin imaged a male hooker would look like. What shocked Jongin more, however, were the eyes that peeked out from underneath the bangs, hot, piercing, and so fierce that Jongin felt pinned to the spot.
His mouth dried.
“Lighten up a bit, Kyungsoo,” Sehun said, smiling as he slung an arm around the hooker. “Live a little, will you?”
“I’m sorry you got dragged into this,” Kyungsoo said to the man apologetically, completely ignoring Sehun now. The man looked up, blinking, and Jongin watched with fascination as his dark eyes disappeared behind lined lids for a moment before they came back with startling focus. Then the man smiled, a slight curl of his lips that sent a jolt down Jongin’s spine.
The way Kyungsoo tensed beside him told Jongin he felt the same.
“It’s no problem,” the man said smoothly, trailing his eyes blatantly up and down Jongin and Kyungsoo’s forms. His voice purred out, “No problem at all.” Jongin had a hard time not physically shivering as goosebumps broke out on his skin.
“You heard him,” Kris said, a knowing eyebrow raised. “We paid a lot of money to get him for you two, so you better use him properly.”
Always the cold one, that Kris.
Chanyeol nudged the man from Sehun’s arm, and the man went willingly to where Kyungsoo and Jongin stood.
“Don’t reject our gift,” Chanyeol said, and added cheerfully, “Just be thankful.”
However, as he curled his toes into the carpet and continued to stare at the man, stupefied, Jongin found himself confused at what they were supposed to be thankful for. Were they supposed to be happy that three of their friends wanted to spice up his and Kyungsoo’s sex life by buying someone to sleep with them? Were they supposed to be grateful that his friends had to spend all that money for someone to sleep with them? Or was he missing something?
“Baekhyun,” the man said suddenly, causing Jongin to snap out of his stupor. The man smiled at them. “My name is Baekhyun.”
“Jongin,” he croaked, and then cleared his throat. He pointed to his boyfriend. “And this is Kyungsoo.” Kyungsoo gave a tiny, awkward wave at the introduction and Jongin felt the need to laugh suddenly. He and Kyungsoo had enough sex for ten people, probably enough to last five lifetimes, and yet here they were, toeing at the ground like they were clueless about what was going to happen next.
“Nice to meet you,” Baekhyun said with a smile. His fingers lifted his black shirt, baring smooth skin. Jongin heard Kyungsoo audibly swallow next to him and resisted the urge to nod in agreement. Instead, he reached over and grabbed Kyungsoo’s fingers for support.
Both of their hands were so sweaty it was embarrassing.
“As much as I love to talk,” Baekhyun continued, tossing his black shirt onto the floor carelessly before leaning back, “I love to fuck more. Why don’t you two come over here, hm?” His grin sparked fire in Jongin’s belly. “Unless you want to watch me strip before we get down to it?”
Without waiting for a reply, Baekhyun got up and walked over to them, hips swaying slightly as he thumbed at his belt. He was all confidence, head tilted back at an angle to highlight his long neck and collarbones as his tongue swiped over his lips, leaving them pink and shiny. In a fit of insanity, Jongin wondered what Baekhyun’s lips would look like after blowing Kyungsoo - would they be even shinier, with the slightest hint of cum staining the corner of his mouth?
Jongin had to bite his lip to stop himself from doing something, anything, to make that image a reality.
Baekhyun reached up and ran a hand through his hair, before stopping there and gripping, as his other hand, decorated with long, beautiful fingers, trailed down his torso, running over his peaked nipples and descending down to where his happy trail disappeared into his pants. The bulge in his black slacks were obvious. Baekhyun inhaled deeply and fondled himself through his pants. Jongin didn’t dare to breathe.
Kyungsoo broke first, dropping Jongin’s hand to touch hesitantly, pressing a palm against the dip in Baekhyun’s collarbones. Baekhyun smiled, a low and dirty smile filled with obscene promises, and reeled Kyungsoo in for an open-mouthed kiss. Jongin’s cock jerked; he was so painfully hard he could feel himself pulsing with the fast beat of his heart and he watched with astonishment as Kyungsoo groaned and pushed up against Baekhyun, melding himself against Baekhyun’s form.
Jongin tried hard to restrain himself, tried hard not to get caught up in the tornado Baekhyun had created, but he lost it when Kyungsoo gave another muffled moan. Baekhyun’s hand was working at Kyungsoo’s pants, cupping him through the rough denim and drawing sounds from Kyungsoo’s mouth that sent Jongin’s rope of self-restraint snapping, thread by thread, until the rope broke.
He snapped.
Jongin crowded behind Kyungsoo, reaching around to bat Baekhyun’s hands away and pull at the buttons on Kyungsoo’s jeans. Kyungsoo twisted in Baekhyun’s grasp for a second, hips crooking to push his ass against Jongin’s arousal, head turning so he could lick at Jongin’s jaw. Kyungsoo’s tongue was wet and hot against Jongin’s face, and it left him leaning in for a kiss that never happened.
Baekhyun hummed, the sound oddly cheerful as his hands gripped at Jongin’s hips to pull them all together. Jongin could feel the heat of Baekhyun’s skin pressed against the back of his hands as the button and zipper of Kyungsoo’s jeans came undone, and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he ground himself against Kyungsoo, his thrusts pushing them against one another as Baekhyun moved his pelvis in time with Jongin’s hips.
But Baekhyun broke away abruptly, snapping Jongin’s concentration. He watched, panting, as Baekhyun shucked his pants off, and when Baekhyun noticed the stilled, confused forms of the other two, he clicked his tongue and gestured at them as if they were doing something wrong.
“Clothes,” Baekhyun said impatiently, “off, now.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order, a command.
Jongin pulled away from Kyungsoo, the excitement and heavy arousal in the pit of his stomach making his actions jerky and shaky as he scrambled to pull his shirt and jeans off. Some rustled and muttered curses to his left told him Kyungsoo was experiencing the exact same problem.
He tore the shirt from where it’d constricted around his neck, leaving his hair in disarray as he went to tug off his jeans. Kyungsoo was already down to his boxers by now, and Jongin glanced up to see Baekhyun already completely naked and relaxed against their bed, hand running up and down his cock slowly as he watched Jongin and Kyungsoo. His tongue was peeking out from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze was so focused that a shiver of delight stole down Jongin’s spine at the sight.
Kyungsoo was already naked, throwing his boxers to the ground and joining Baekhyun on the bed, and Jongin hurried out of his pants, stripping his jeans and underwear off in one move. His cock sprang up, and Jongin pressed the heel of his palm to the top of the base, gingerly walking over to where Kyungsoo and Baekhyun were situation. Baekhyun was moaning into Kyungsoo’s mouth, the sound erotic and pornographic, as Kyungsoo’s hand worked over him, jacking him in a slow, toe-curling rhythm, and Jongin could see Baekhyun’s fingers digging into Kyungsoo’s arms as he held on.
Jongin settled himself on the bed, climbing around the two figures to get to the stash of lube bottles and condom boxes he and Kyungsoo kept in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. He rustled around, squirming when he couldn’t reach. The skim of finger pads against his spine had him jumping, and he closed his eyes after settling down, feeling the fingers drift over the swell of his ass. His breath shortened when the fingers (which definitely did not belong to Kyungsoo) drifted even further down, barely grazing his entrance and drawing a shiveringly good line down his balls.
“Hurry,” Kyungsoo whispered to him, and when Jongin looked back, he saw Baekhyun draw his hand back from where it’d been fondling at his ass. Baekhyun pulled it back to his face, biting down on his thumb to hold in the noises rumbling in his chest, eyes squeezing shut as Kyungsoo ground his hips against Baekhyun’s ass in teasing little circles.
Jongin’s dick throbbed, twitched. He could honestly say he could just watch Kyungsoo fuck Baekhyun and get off on the sight alone.
But he turned around to grab a bottle of lube and a few condoms from one of the boxes, spilling a few of their supplies from the drawer in his haste. He didn’t even bother to close the drawer before he pushed himself up, handing the lube to Kyungsoo’s waiting hand and throwing the condoms next to Baekhyun.
Kyungsoo lubed his fingers up, reaching down to press them into Baekhyun’s hole. Jongin could barely see what he was doing, but he knew exactly what was going on, knew exactly how amazing Kyungsoo’s fingers felt inside. Baekhyun moaned again, features pinched, and he widened his legs a little, as if urging Kyungsoo onward.
Jongin began to stroke himself.
Kyungsoo and Baekhyun caught sight of him at almost the exact same time, lusty gazes dragging across his skin and making his hand speed up. There was a tingling in his balls that made them draw up, and he gritted his teeth, biting down on his bottom lip as he debated on letting himself come now or if he should hold back.
Before he could come to a decision, though, Baekhyun’s hand was there, batting his away and replacing it. Looks were deceiving, Jongin found out, because no matter how delicate and fragile Baekhyun’s long, thin fingers seemed, his grip was firm and confident and belied a strength Jongin hadn’t noticed earlier, and he couldn’t help but groan as he thrust up into Baekhyun’s hand.
It seemed Baekhyun knew exactly how to use his hands, too.
Kyungsoo pushed up, reaching over where Baekhyun was jerking Jongin off to snag a condom from the pile. Jongin spared him a glance when he paused, and the look in Kyungsoo’s eyes made him realize exactly what was going to happen.
He was fucked.
Literally, if Kyungsoo had it his way (which he normally did).
“Jongin, stop dicking around and prepare yourself,” Kyungsoo said as he rolled a condom onto himself and dribbled lube on everything. Jongin didn’t want to stop dicking around. He didn’t, not with the way his stomach tightened, not with the way shivers broke out across his frame. But Baekhyun peeled his warm, amazing, blessed hand away from Jongin’s cock at that, and he almost wept. He had been just a few moments from an orgasm.
Dammit Kyungsoo, he thought in frustration, but slowly reached for the lube bottle to slick his hands.
He dragged his fingers behind his balls and circled at his hole as Kyungsoo guided himself into Baekhyun, face screwed up in warring pleasure and concentration. Baekhyun inhaled sharply, dragging his hands up Kyungsoo’s arms and leaving red scratches in his wake. Jongin watched as Kyungsoo began leisurely thrusting into Baekhyun, forcing small sounds from Baekhyun’s throat, and pushed a finger into himself, squirming.
Who knew he’d find Kyungsoo fucking someone else other than him hot?
He prepped himself fast as Kyungsoo rolled a condom onto Baekhyun and lubed him up. Jongin licked his lips as he watched, because he knew he’d enjoy the burn of cock pressing into him, so he hurried over to the other two, swinging his legs around to settle himself on top of Baekhyun. And when he scooted back, reaching to take Baekhyun in hand, Kyungsoo was there, pressing Baekhyun’s cock into him as his other hand rested familiarly against Jongin’s hipbone.
Jongin hung his head as Baekhyun entered him, his erection hot and throbbing, and breathed in through his nose slowly to get around the painful burn that came from lack of preparation. Kyungsoo was still riding Baekhyun hard, tremors shaking the bed hard enough so the frame knocked into the wall, and Baekhyun’s face was red, features screwed from overstimulation, chest heaving as he struggled not to rock with Kyungsoo and give Jongin time to get used to the feeling of being so painfully, so beautifully full. Jongin smiled, leaned down and pushed his tongue into Baekhyun’s open mouth. He rolled his hips, testing, and found tendrils of pleasure once again wrapping themselves around him.
Baekhyun was so, so hot inside him.
Jongin lifted himself up, and slammed himself back down onto Baekhyun, a keen ready to break out of his throat as bliss made his toes curl into the mattress. Kyungsoo picked up his rhythm easily enough, and soon they had a good flow working between the three of them, moans and staccato breaths highlighting the music made from their bodies.
“Fuck,” Baekhyun whispered, a hitch, a stutter clear in his voice as Kyungsoo and Jongin moved against him in synchronization. “I’m going to die.”
Kyungsoo huffed out a laugh against Jongin’s back, resting his sweaty forehead against Jongin’s spine as he pushed in harder. “At least -- it’s a good -- shit -- way to go.”
“Gonna make you come so hard,” Jongin said, head falling back as he bounced in Baekhyun’s lap, “you won’t see straight for a week.”
“Your friends didn’t prepare me for this,” Baekhyun wheezed, stomach muscles jumping under Jongin’s palms.
Kyungsoo gripped Jongin’s pelvis, fingers digging into his skin, and dragged him down on Baekhyun just as he ground into Baekhyun roughly, and the three shared loud groans. “They don’t know we’re beasts in bed,” Kyungsoo said after unlatching his teeth from Jongin’s neck.
“Stop talking about fucking Sehun,” Jongin panted out as Baekhyun wrapped a hand around his dick again. “Little shit is already too integrated into my life already, so at least keep his name out of the bedroom.”
“Sehun’s pretty cute, don’t you think?” Baekhyun asked teasingly, and Jongin bared his teeth at him.
“You have to be screwing with me,” Jongin growled, clenching around Baekhyun’s dick hard.
“I am,” Baekhyun admitted quickly, eyes squeezing shut as if he were trying to ward off his climax. His head pressed back into the pillows, neck veins prominent. The pleasure coiled around Jongin at the sight, completely and utterly unyielding and he knew then that he was going to come soon. “Quite literally.”
“Shut up, you two,” Kyungsoo muttered, and pulled Baekhyun’s legs up higher in punishment. Jongin’s thigh muscles shook, and his breath faltered, because the new position had just pushed Baekhyun in even deeper and --
He tipped closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Going to come,” he managed to gasp out, and Baekhyun jerked him off with renewed vigour, and when Baekhyun dug his thumb into the head of his cock, pain and pleasure intertwined and Jongin shouted and seized up, hardly daring to breathe as his orgasm washed through him. He was barely aware of the way Baekhyun was still moving inside him, of the way Kyungsoo whispered filthy things as he tripped over his own climax, of the way Baekhyun came inside Jongin with a broken moan.
When he came to, still panting, he was aware of warmth. He was still on top of Baekhyun, their stomachs covered with his cum, and Kyungsoo was lying on him, struggling to recover as he mouthed sweet kisses against Jongin’s skin.
“Can’t see straight,” Baekhyun managed to get out, blearily cracking his eyes open and shooting an exhausted smile.
“Can’t either,” Jongin admitted, his voice hoarse.
“You two talk too much,” Kyungsoo said, and finally pulled away. Baekhyun winced, probably from the discomfort of Kyungsoo pulling out, and Jongin experienced the same discomfort as Baekhyun’s dick slipped from him.
Jongin rolled off, leaning his head on a propped up, still weak hand to take in the sight of Baekhyun, make-up running, lips red and swollen, stomach splayed with come, dick still in a condom and legs left open wide. He smiled; he could get used to the sight.
“Come on, lazy-asses,” Kyungsoo said, marching back into the room. Jongin could hear the shower on from the other side of the hallway and he groaned unhappily. He didn’t want to take a shower. Baekhyun shared the same sentiments, scrunching his nose and curling into Jongin’s side. Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow at them. “We stick. Let’s go shower.”
“Is your shower even big enough?” Baekhyun asked, as if that would dissuade Kyungsoo.
Jongin pondered for a moment. He didn’t think so.
“Probably not,” Kyungsoo said with a shrug. “Doesn’t mean we can’t try.”
And as it was, they found out that it didn’t matter whether or not the shower was big enough. Not when it gave them an excuse to mold themselves to each other and run soapy hands where they could.
It was the best shower Jongin had ever experienced.
fin.
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Baekhyun/Jongin (aka baekaisoo)
Word Count: 3.1k
Rating: NC-17
Genre: TMP (aka Too Much Porn), Hooker!AU
Warnings: Kyungsoo topping, Jongin bottoming - all in a Baekhyun sandwich. If you get my drift.
Summary: The rent-boy had been a birthday gift.
Author's Note: So this was supposed to be written for Jongin and Kyungsoo's birthday. But then...life. Yeah. I'm trying to be better with posting more (for a few reasons lol though I'll refrain from saying anything here), and this is attempt one. I really want to do an in-depth sequel over Baekhyun getting out of the business, but only if I have time lol. Other than that, enjoy, I guess. xD
(Layers Of) Vanilla
The rent-boy had been a birthday gift from Kris, Chanyeol, and Sehun. Jongin watched in a daze as the boy - no, the man - took in the surroundings with intense, kohl-lined eyes. Swallowing, Jongin tore his gaze from the man and turned to Kyungsoo, looking for answers to an unsaid question. Unfortunately, the way Kyungsoo looked back at him made it clear as day that even he did not have any idea of what to do.
Unwillingly, Jongin found his eyes drawn back to where the man perched himself onto the bed, staring at Kyungsoo and Jongin, a small smirk quirking at his lips.
They should’ve rejected the gift, Jongin thought in a trance.
“You two are the most vanilla couple I know,” Sehun had told them as an introduction to his gift, and Kris and Chanyeol loomed behind him silently, their faces not lending a single clue as to what they were going to give Jongin and Kyungsoo. It made Jongin suspicious, and Sehun seemed to pick up on that easily enough, a smile twitching across his face before disappearing in a flash. “So, us three -” he gestured to the two giants standing behind him, “- pitched in and got you two just about the best present ever.” Sehun motioned to Chanyeol and Kris, who stepped aside to usher someone to the front. Sehun smiled, pleased, and said, “We got you a threesome.”
“...did you just say you got us a threesome?” Kyungsoo asked flatly, face bewildered. Jongin stood at his boyfriend’s side, shocked into silence as he gaped at the man standing almost unobtrusively next to Sehun. Stylish brown hair, slim face, tight black shirt, and even tighter black pants. He looked nothing like what Jongin imaged a male hooker would look like. What shocked Jongin more, however, were the eyes that peeked out from underneath the bangs, hot, piercing, and so fierce that Jongin felt pinned to the spot.
His mouth dried.
“Lighten up a bit, Kyungsoo,” Sehun said, smiling as he slung an arm around the hooker. “Live a little, will you?”
“I’m sorry you got dragged into this,” Kyungsoo said to the man apologetically, completely ignoring Sehun now. The man looked up, blinking, and Jongin watched with fascination as his dark eyes disappeared behind lined lids for a moment before they came back with startling focus. Then the man smiled, a slight curl of his lips that sent a jolt down Jongin’s spine.
The way Kyungsoo tensed beside him told Jongin he felt the same.
“It’s no problem,” the man said smoothly, trailing his eyes blatantly up and down Jongin and Kyungsoo’s forms. His voice purred out, “No problem at all.” Jongin had a hard time not physically shivering as goosebumps broke out on his skin.
“You heard him,” Kris said, a knowing eyebrow raised. “We paid a lot of money to get him for you two, so you better use him properly.”
Always the cold one, that Kris.
Chanyeol nudged the man from Sehun’s arm, and the man went willingly to where Kyungsoo and Jongin stood.
“Don’t reject our gift,” Chanyeol said, and added cheerfully, “Just be thankful.”
However, as he curled his toes into the carpet and continued to stare at the man, stupefied, Jongin found himself confused at what they were supposed to be thankful for. Were they supposed to be happy that three of their friends wanted to spice up his and Kyungsoo’s sex life by buying someone to sleep with them? Were they supposed to be grateful that his friends had to spend all that money for someone to sleep with them? Or was he missing something?
“Baekhyun,” the man said suddenly, causing Jongin to snap out of his stupor. The man smiled at them. “My name is Baekhyun.”
“Jongin,” he croaked, and then cleared his throat. He pointed to his boyfriend. “And this is Kyungsoo.” Kyungsoo gave a tiny, awkward wave at the introduction and Jongin felt the need to laugh suddenly. He and Kyungsoo had enough sex for ten people, probably enough to last five lifetimes, and yet here they were, toeing at the ground like they were clueless about what was going to happen next.
“Nice to meet you,” Baekhyun said with a smile. His fingers lifted his black shirt, baring smooth skin. Jongin heard Kyungsoo audibly swallow next to him and resisted the urge to nod in agreement. Instead, he reached over and grabbed Kyungsoo’s fingers for support.
Both of their hands were so sweaty it was embarrassing.
“As much as I love to talk,” Baekhyun continued, tossing his black shirt onto the floor carelessly before leaning back, “I love to fuck more. Why don’t you two come over here, hm?” His grin sparked fire in Jongin’s belly. “Unless you want to watch me strip before we get down to it?”
Without waiting for a reply, Baekhyun got up and walked over to them, hips swaying slightly as he thumbed at his belt. He was all confidence, head tilted back at an angle to highlight his long neck and collarbones as his tongue swiped over his lips, leaving them pink and shiny. In a fit of insanity, Jongin wondered what Baekhyun’s lips would look like after blowing Kyungsoo - would they be even shinier, with the slightest hint of cum staining the corner of his mouth?
Jongin had to bite his lip to stop himself from doing something, anything, to make that image a reality.
Baekhyun reached up and ran a hand through his hair, before stopping there and gripping, as his other hand, decorated with long, beautiful fingers, trailed down his torso, running over his peaked nipples and descending down to where his happy trail disappeared into his pants. The bulge in his black slacks were obvious. Baekhyun inhaled deeply and fondled himself through his pants. Jongin didn’t dare to breathe.
Kyungsoo broke first, dropping Jongin’s hand to touch hesitantly, pressing a palm against the dip in Baekhyun’s collarbones. Baekhyun smiled, a low and dirty smile filled with obscene promises, and reeled Kyungsoo in for an open-mouthed kiss. Jongin’s cock jerked; he was so painfully hard he could feel himself pulsing with the fast beat of his heart and he watched with astonishment as Kyungsoo groaned and pushed up against Baekhyun, melding himself against Baekhyun’s form.
Jongin tried hard to restrain himself, tried hard not to get caught up in the tornado Baekhyun had created, but he lost it when Kyungsoo gave another muffled moan. Baekhyun’s hand was working at Kyungsoo’s pants, cupping him through the rough denim and drawing sounds from Kyungsoo’s mouth that sent Jongin’s rope of self-restraint snapping, thread by thread, until the rope broke.
He snapped.
Jongin crowded behind Kyungsoo, reaching around to bat Baekhyun’s hands away and pull at the buttons on Kyungsoo’s jeans. Kyungsoo twisted in Baekhyun’s grasp for a second, hips crooking to push his ass against Jongin’s arousal, head turning so he could lick at Jongin’s jaw. Kyungsoo’s tongue was wet and hot against Jongin’s face, and it left him leaning in for a kiss that never happened.
Baekhyun hummed, the sound oddly cheerful as his hands gripped at Jongin’s hips to pull them all together. Jongin could feel the heat of Baekhyun’s skin pressed against the back of his hands as the button and zipper of Kyungsoo’s jeans came undone, and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he ground himself against Kyungsoo, his thrusts pushing them against one another as Baekhyun moved his pelvis in time with Jongin’s hips.
But Baekhyun broke away abruptly, snapping Jongin’s concentration. He watched, panting, as Baekhyun shucked his pants off, and when Baekhyun noticed the stilled, confused forms of the other two, he clicked his tongue and gestured at them as if they were doing something wrong.
“Clothes,” Baekhyun said impatiently, “off, now.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order, a command.
Jongin pulled away from Kyungsoo, the excitement and heavy arousal in the pit of his stomach making his actions jerky and shaky as he scrambled to pull his shirt and jeans off. Some rustled and muttered curses to his left told him Kyungsoo was experiencing the exact same problem.
He tore the shirt from where it’d constricted around his neck, leaving his hair in disarray as he went to tug off his jeans. Kyungsoo was already down to his boxers by now, and Jongin glanced up to see Baekhyun already completely naked and relaxed against their bed, hand running up and down his cock slowly as he watched Jongin and Kyungsoo. His tongue was peeking out from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze was so focused that a shiver of delight stole down Jongin’s spine at the sight.
Kyungsoo was already naked, throwing his boxers to the ground and joining Baekhyun on the bed, and Jongin hurried out of his pants, stripping his jeans and underwear off in one move. His cock sprang up, and Jongin pressed the heel of his palm to the top of the base, gingerly walking over to where Kyungsoo and Baekhyun were situation. Baekhyun was moaning into Kyungsoo’s mouth, the sound erotic and pornographic, as Kyungsoo’s hand worked over him, jacking him in a slow, toe-curling rhythm, and Jongin could see Baekhyun’s fingers digging into Kyungsoo’s arms as he held on.
Jongin settled himself on the bed, climbing around the two figures to get to the stash of lube bottles and condom boxes he and Kyungsoo kept in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. He rustled around, squirming when he couldn’t reach. The skim of finger pads against his spine had him jumping, and he closed his eyes after settling down, feeling the fingers drift over the swell of his ass. His breath shortened when the fingers (which definitely did not belong to Kyungsoo) drifted even further down, barely grazing his entrance and drawing a shiveringly good line down his balls.
“Hurry,” Kyungsoo whispered to him, and when Jongin looked back, he saw Baekhyun draw his hand back from where it’d been fondling at his ass. Baekhyun pulled it back to his face, biting down on his thumb to hold in the noises rumbling in his chest, eyes squeezing shut as Kyungsoo ground his hips against Baekhyun’s ass in teasing little circles.
Jongin’s dick throbbed, twitched. He could honestly say he could just watch Kyungsoo fuck Baekhyun and get off on the sight alone.
But he turned around to grab a bottle of lube and a few condoms from one of the boxes, spilling a few of their supplies from the drawer in his haste. He didn’t even bother to close the drawer before he pushed himself up, handing the lube to Kyungsoo’s waiting hand and throwing the condoms next to Baekhyun.
Kyungsoo lubed his fingers up, reaching down to press them into Baekhyun’s hole. Jongin could barely see what he was doing, but he knew exactly what was going on, knew exactly how amazing Kyungsoo’s fingers felt inside. Baekhyun moaned again, features pinched, and he widened his legs a little, as if urging Kyungsoo onward.
Jongin began to stroke himself.
Kyungsoo and Baekhyun caught sight of him at almost the exact same time, lusty gazes dragging across his skin and making his hand speed up. There was a tingling in his balls that made them draw up, and he gritted his teeth, biting down on his bottom lip as he debated on letting himself come now or if he should hold back.
Before he could come to a decision, though, Baekhyun’s hand was there, batting his away and replacing it. Looks were deceiving, Jongin found out, because no matter how delicate and fragile Baekhyun’s long, thin fingers seemed, his grip was firm and confident and belied a strength Jongin hadn’t noticed earlier, and he couldn’t help but groan as he thrust up into Baekhyun’s hand.
It seemed Baekhyun knew exactly how to use his hands, too.
Kyungsoo pushed up, reaching over where Baekhyun was jerking Jongin off to snag a condom from the pile. Jongin spared him a glance when he paused, and the look in Kyungsoo’s eyes made him realize exactly what was going to happen.
He was fucked.
Literally, if Kyungsoo had it his way (which he normally did).
“Jongin, stop dicking around and prepare yourself,” Kyungsoo said as he rolled a condom onto himself and dribbled lube on everything. Jongin didn’t want to stop dicking around. He didn’t, not with the way his stomach tightened, not with the way shivers broke out across his frame. But Baekhyun peeled his warm, amazing, blessed hand away from Jongin’s cock at that, and he almost wept. He had been just a few moments from an orgasm.
Dammit Kyungsoo, he thought in frustration, but slowly reached for the lube bottle to slick his hands.
He dragged his fingers behind his balls and circled at his hole as Kyungsoo guided himself into Baekhyun, face screwed up in warring pleasure and concentration. Baekhyun inhaled sharply, dragging his hands up Kyungsoo’s arms and leaving red scratches in his wake. Jongin watched as Kyungsoo began leisurely thrusting into Baekhyun, forcing small sounds from Baekhyun’s throat, and pushed a finger into himself, squirming.
Who knew he’d find Kyungsoo fucking someone else other than him hot?
He prepped himself fast as Kyungsoo rolled a condom onto Baekhyun and lubed him up. Jongin licked his lips as he watched, because he knew he’d enjoy the burn of cock pressing into him, so he hurried over to the other two, swinging his legs around to settle himself on top of Baekhyun. And when he scooted back, reaching to take Baekhyun in hand, Kyungsoo was there, pressing Baekhyun’s cock into him as his other hand rested familiarly against Jongin’s hipbone.
Jongin hung his head as Baekhyun entered him, his erection hot and throbbing, and breathed in through his nose slowly to get around the painful burn that came from lack of preparation. Kyungsoo was still riding Baekhyun hard, tremors shaking the bed hard enough so the frame knocked into the wall, and Baekhyun’s face was red, features screwed from overstimulation, chest heaving as he struggled not to rock with Kyungsoo and give Jongin time to get used to the feeling of being so painfully, so beautifully full. Jongin smiled, leaned down and pushed his tongue into Baekhyun’s open mouth. He rolled his hips, testing, and found tendrils of pleasure once again wrapping themselves around him.
Baekhyun was so, so hot inside him.
Jongin lifted himself up, and slammed himself back down onto Baekhyun, a keen ready to break out of his throat as bliss made his toes curl into the mattress. Kyungsoo picked up his rhythm easily enough, and soon they had a good flow working between the three of them, moans and staccato breaths highlighting the music made from their bodies.
“Fuck,” Baekhyun whispered, a hitch, a stutter clear in his voice as Kyungsoo and Jongin moved against him in synchronization. “I’m going to die.”
Kyungsoo huffed out a laugh against Jongin’s back, resting his sweaty forehead against Jongin’s spine as he pushed in harder. “At least -- it’s a good -- shit -- way to go.”
“Gonna make you come so hard,” Jongin said, head falling back as he bounced in Baekhyun’s lap, “you won’t see straight for a week.”
“Your friends didn’t prepare me for this,” Baekhyun wheezed, stomach muscles jumping under Jongin’s palms.
Kyungsoo gripped Jongin’s pelvis, fingers digging into his skin, and dragged him down on Baekhyun just as he ground into Baekhyun roughly, and the three shared loud groans. “They don’t know we’re beasts in bed,” Kyungsoo said after unlatching his teeth from Jongin’s neck.
“Stop talking about fucking Sehun,” Jongin panted out as Baekhyun wrapped a hand around his dick again. “Little shit is already too integrated into my life already, so at least keep his name out of the bedroom.”
“Sehun’s pretty cute, don’t you think?” Baekhyun asked teasingly, and Jongin bared his teeth at him.
“You have to be screwing with me,” Jongin growled, clenching around Baekhyun’s dick hard.
“I am,” Baekhyun admitted quickly, eyes squeezing shut as if he were trying to ward off his climax. His head pressed back into the pillows, neck veins prominent. The pleasure coiled around Jongin at the sight, completely and utterly unyielding and he knew then that he was going to come soon. “Quite literally.”
“Shut up, you two,” Kyungsoo muttered, and pulled Baekhyun’s legs up higher in punishment. Jongin’s thigh muscles shook, and his breath faltered, because the new position had just pushed Baekhyun in even deeper and --
He tipped closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Going to come,” he managed to gasp out, and Baekhyun jerked him off with renewed vigour, and when Baekhyun dug his thumb into the head of his cock, pain and pleasure intertwined and Jongin shouted and seized up, hardly daring to breathe as his orgasm washed through him. He was barely aware of the way Baekhyun was still moving inside him, of the way Kyungsoo whispered filthy things as he tripped over his own climax, of the way Baekhyun came inside Jongin with a broken moan.
When he came to, still panting, he was aware of warmth. He was still on top of Baekhyun, their stomachs covered with his cum, and Kyungsoo was lying on him, struggling to recover as he mouthed sweet kisses against Jongin’s skin.
“Can’t see straight,” Baekhyun managed to get out, blearily cracking his eyes open and shooting an exhausted smile.
“Can’t either,” Jongin admitted, his voice hoarse.
“You two talk too much,” Kyungsoo said, and finally pulled away. Baekhyun winced, probably from the discomfort of Kyungsoo pulling out, and Jongin experienced the same discomfort as Baekhyun’s dick slipped from him.
Jongin rolled off, leaning his head on a propped up, still weak hand to take in the sight of Baekhyun, make-up running, lips red and swollen, stomach splayed with come, dick still in a condom and legs left open wide. He smiled; he could get used to the sight.
“Come on, lazy-asses,” Kyungsoo said, marching back into the room. Jongin could hear the shower on from the other side of the hallway and he groaned unhappily. He didn’t want to take a shower. Baekhyun shared the same sentiments, scrunching his nose and curling into Jongin’s side. Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow at them. “We stick. Let’s go shower.”
“Is your shower even big enough?” Baekhyun asked, as if that would dissuade Kyungsoo.
Jongin pondered for a moment. He didn’t think so.
“Probably not,” Kyungsoo said with a shrug. “Doesn’t mean we can’t try.”
And as it was, they found out that it didn’t matter whether or not the shower was big enough. Not when it gave them an excuse to mold themselves to each other and run soapy hands where they could.
It was the best shower Jongin had ever experienced.
fin.